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The Animal Trainer Ch. 02

By: Paris Waterman



Monday morning proved uneventful as far as Jennings was concerned. All the tigers had behaved better than expected, and the training session had gone almost perfectly. In addition, two executives from the movie studio had 'happened' by and were suitably impressed with his work. 

Jennings was thinking about taking the afternoon off and either lounging around the pool at his apartment complex, or giving Sheila, an actress he knew quite well, a call. 

But before he could leave, the receptionist at the training center paged him to the front office. Wiping his face with a towel, Jennings wandered into the front office and was told there was a woman that just had to see him.

He walked into the visitor's waiting room and saw an attractive woman around his own age that seemed strangely familiar. She had shoulder-length blond hair, obviously dyed, but well done; blue eyes, and generous breasts. She was curvy, but by no means fat. 

"Mr. Jennings?" she said with a knowing smile.

"Yes, That would be me. And what can I do for you... Mrs.?"

"Lee Aguire," she said with a slight Spanish accent.

Jennings realized why there had been something familiar about her. She was Aggie's mother. He prepared himself for an ugly scene and began thinking of how to get her out of the office before she could get started on him.

"I was just leaving for lunch. Would you care to join me?"

"I've eaten already, Mr. Jennings.

"Well, walk me to my car; we'll talk on the way. I've got a tight schedule today. I hope you understand, but animals are temperamental and...."

"That would be fine, Mr. Jennings.

He held the door open for her and followed her outside.

"I'm parked over there. Are you sure you don't mind walking with me?'

"Not at all. It's good exercise."

"What can I do for you, Mrs. Aguire?"

For the first time, the woman appeared uncertain about how to proceed. It occurred to Jennings that this wasn't the way a woman about to read him the riot act was likely to be. 

For that matter, Aggie was at least twenty, not jail-bait, so what could she threaten me with?

"I... I... I know about you and Aggie," she began, as they reached his car.

"Her name's DeMarco, not Aguire," he said automatically, knowing the answer before Aggie's mother provided it.

"I had her with my first husband," she said quickly, but...."

"She's at least twenty years old. She can do whatever and with whomever she wants. You must know that."

"I... I saw the two of you. The things you made her do...."

"So, why didn't you interrupt us?"

Mrs. Aguire hesitated, she hadn't expected this. "I came in through the garage and heard you in her bedroom. I stood outside the door while you were..." she dropped her gaze and lowered her voice to a whisper, "... fucking her."

"Why didn't you barge in on us?"

"I was so surprised; I didn't know how to react."

"Look, Mrs. Aguire," I said, hoping to get rid of her without her causing a scene, "if it makes you feel any better, you should know that I have no intention of ever sleeping with or even talking to your daughter again. She's a very provocative young woman, and knows exactly what buttons to push to make me lose control."

"It seemed to me that you were very much in control, Mr. Jennings, you... you treated her like one of your wild animals."

"What can I say, Mrs. Aguire? I won't be seeing her again. At least it's highly unlikely."

He was hoping she would leave it at that and leave him alone. But it wasn't going to turn out that way.

"It turned me on," she whispered.

"What?"

"It turned me on," she repeated, "I kept imagining myself in her place. And if you're not seeing her anymore, I was wondering...."

"Not a chance."

"While you were making her do those awful things I was masturbating and made myself cum harder than I ever have in my life. God, it turned me on, Mr. Jennings. Now I want to take Aggie's place as your slut." 

Jennings couldn't believe it. The more he tried to resist this type woman, the more they found him.

"Are you married, Mr. Jennings?"

"No."

"Of course... I knew you'd say that. You think you need to protect your marriage. I understand completely. So I guess you'd hate it if your wife found out about you and Aggie."

He smiled at her. It was the coldest smile she had ever seen. A chill ran down her spine, but she pushed on. "I'd hate that too, Mr. Jennings. I really, truly would."

"How would you feel if Aggie learned that you wanted to take her place in my bed?" Jennings shot back.

"She's a shit anyway. I could care less."

"I'm hungry, care to join me for lunch?" he said, changing tactics.

Mrs. Aguire was up to it and quickly accepted. "I have a motel room at the La Quinta. Care to eat near it?"

"Why not, and what shall I call you besides Mrs. Aguire?"

"Lee is my first name."

"And slut is your middle name, I take it?"

She laughed, pleased at his response. "Whatever you say, Mr. Tiger man."

They had a quick lunch and he caught her off balance when he declined to enter the motel with her.

"But why? It's right here."

"My place, or nothing," he said authoritatively.

"All right," she meekly replied.

Fifteen minutes later she parked alongside his car and followed him into his downtown LA loft.

*****

Once inside he began to take off his belt.

"Lean over that table," he said, indicating the oval oak table in what passed for his kitchen.

Knowing what was in store for her, Lee was quick to obey and moments later she felt the first lash of his belt across the back of her thighs.

"Yes, punish me! Make me your whore! Make me your slut whore!"

"I knew you'd say that," Jennings said, smiling; and then hit her seven successive times with the belt. Lee's back and buttocks were soon covered with a series of raised red ridges; yet she had not made a sound. 

Tossing the belt aside, Jennings swatted her ass three times and drew blood from the previous welts. 

"You seem to have a penchant for rough treatment, Mrs. Aguire."

"Are you finished?" she asked; she would have given a fortune for a sip of water, but refused to ask for it.

He tossed a towel at her. "Dab the blood away. We may do it again in a while."

He left her alone for several minutes then returned with a cold bottle of water.

"Drink this; I don't want you getting dehydrated."

Accepting the water," Lee said "Thank you," in a soft voice.

"So, you want to replace your daughter as my slut?"

"Well, I thought we might share in...."

"That respect," he said finishing her sentence for her.

"Yes." 

"You really want me to degrade you, Mrs. Aguire?"

"Um, you could put it that way," she murmured.

"And you'll do anything I want?" Jennings asked.

Lee nodded, her eyes locked on his with lustful determination. 

"Alright then. Follow me," Jennings spun on his heel and led her to the bathroom shower, pushed her in and with Mrs. Aguire fully dressed, he pissed all over her.

She half-sat, half-crouched in the shower stall as rivulets of his urine dripped down her arms and legs. 

"I always leave my scent on my women, now clean yourself as best you can," he told her and left the room, made himself a ham sandwich, which he ate, and washed it down with a cold beer.

Mrs. Aguire stripped the wet clothing from her body and showered, and then attempted to wash the clothing but was compelled to discard her top as it had been torn when Jennings had almost violently ushered her into the shower stall. Still as she left the bathroom an expression of pure lust appeared across her face and her eyes blazed with carnal desire.

"Oh, there you are," he said on seeing her enter the room. "Get over here and lean over this chair."

Mrs. Aguire quickly positioned herself over the back of the low chair. The white, fleshy half moons of her ass cheeks stared into Jenning's face as he examined them for signs of serious damage from the previous whipping. The welts remained as he knew they would, but he saw room for additional punishment. He also saw her eyes glittering in expectation, and when her tongue snaked out to moisten her lips he knew she might just become an apt student; in fact he suspected that she had more than a little prior experience as a Submissive.

His discerning eye caught the quickening rise and fall of her well-shaped, but not overly large breasts as she fought to control her breathing. "Are you ready for your discipline to continue, Mrs. Aguire?"

"Yes," she hissed in reply.

"What!"

"Yes, Master... I... I'm so sorry!"

"You're sorry all right," he told her coldly and raised the crop he held in his right hand.

"Now open your thighs so I can get in between them if I want," he said.

Mrs. Aguire tried to relax as she parted her thighs. A trickle of her nectar slid from her cunt and ran down the inside of her thigh. Jennings paused to study the red sexual maw of her slightly opened vagina, and then reversed his grip on the crop and prodded the butt end into her cunt.

Mrs. Aguire flinched, instinctively tightening the cheeks of her ass in an attempt to prevent the crop from entering her love hole, gripping the butt, preventing it from entering her. Jennings, not perturbed at all, jerked the crop and feigned anger. "Relax, Mrs. Aguire, it's going in one way or the other."

"I... I know, master, I know."

"Who was your previous Dom, Mrs. Aguire?"

"What? I... I don't...."

The crack of the crop against her ass filled the room.

She moaned, for he had fully intended to inflict a higher degree of pain than was customary under these circumstances.

"I asked you a question," he said, his voice ominous with a threat of what might follow if she didn't reply.

"His name was Arnold Hamm. He's... dead. He was killed in a car accident in El Paso four months ago."

"Too bad," Jennings said his tone considerably milder. "I met Arnold once, didn't like him, but that means nothing."

He placed the butt of the crop back at her vaginal opening and forced it in about three inches.

"How's that, cunt?"

Lee took a moment to catch her breath, and then said, "It's good, Master."

He began moving it in and out, and she watched half-paralyzed with fear that he would drive it to deep and damage her cervix. Her eyes widened as she saw the wet tissue of her vaginal lips clutch at the crop, oozing out when he pulled it outward and tunneling in when he reinserted it.

"You've got a big, wet cunt, Mrs. Aguire," Jennings said with a half-laugh. "Enjoy what I'm doing to you?"

"Yes, master," she husked.

He withdrew the crop and raised his arm high before bringing the crop down hard on the back of her thighs.

The sound of the slap echoed around the room. It was immediately followed by Lee's shriek of pain. Two red lines appeared on the taut thighs. He watched them turn white, then red again and Lee began to rock herself back and forth awaiting the next blow.

It came and with it came a gush of blood from the cuts laid out along her milky white thighs.

"Thank you, Master," she said, her voice barely audible.

Another blow ensued, and Lee flinched at the pain and an involuntary stream of urine flowed from her vulva forming a small pool on the floor between her toes.

"Can't hold your water, Mrs. Aguire?"

"I... I'm so sorry... Master... I...."

"Lick it up. Lick up every drop of that piss, and be quick about it."

Dropping to her hands and knees Lee began licking the floor, trying to suck up her urine where possible and licking the floor until she felt he would realize she had gotten it all, leaving only her own saliva in its place.

Jennings looked on, nodding to himself as she continued lapping at the urine, and then tiring of her presence, said coldly, "Get out, Mrs. Aguire. I'm through with you."

She got to her feet and slowly dressed, and then holding her left thigh, limped out, got into her car and drove home, crying all the way.

***** The reason Jennings had thrown Mrs. Aguire out was two-fold: first, she had almost, but not quite forced herself on him. And second, he had an appointment with Sheila Tourant, an actress he'd been banging every so often; very good in bed and talented in her sexual proclivities; very talented in that category, so that she was in demand for more than bit parts in the occasional movie.

Underneath her coat Sheila wore the dress Jennings had bought her, its worn silk straps and frayed hem. She had been careful with it as she dressed, but now she asked that he rip it off her. He took hold of the neck and tore it down, and the material melted apart, loose threads hung from his large hands until he shook them off.

Sheila's skin erupted in goose bumps, and she watched as the material swirled down her stomach, across her pelvis, to her legs; her gaze settling at the puddle of torn silk at her feet.

"You up for anything I want?" His fingers were tickling at the base of her spine. Sheila nodded solemnly, her face still turned to the ground. He pushed his thumb rudely into her mouth. "On your knees, pay homage to my cock!"

Sheila dropped to her hands and knees and crawled obediently to his feet and casually reached up and began undoing his fly. He watched impassively as she extracted his erection and kissed it twice before absorbing the spongy head into her mouth.

"Let's take it into the bedroom," he said and when they were within reach of the bed, "Put your hands behind your back," and as she complied, he let his pants fall to his ankles and kicked them aside. 

With her hands interlocked behind her, Sheila stared up at him with an innocent, child-like expression. Jennings was never sure if her expressions were real or if she was acting. Over time he found he really didn't care.

He took a step toward her and Sheila's mouth opened and his engorged cock pressed down on her tongue.

"Now suck." 

With a hungry moan, she sealed her mouth around him then began a gentle sucking on the spongy head of his erection. 

"Open your eyes, you fucking whore," Jennings said rebuking her. "I want you looking at me while you suck my cock."

Her eyes immediately popped back open and she moaned around his shaft then made a 'glucking' sound as she took him deep. He held her head in place and gave her a couple quick strokes before pulling his saliva coated cock from between her lips. With his hand still on Sheila's head, Jennings took a handful of hair and pulled. "You're a fucking cunt. You're nothing but a fucking cunt!" he spat into her face.

"Yes, yes I am," Sheila freely admitted.

He released her hair, and forced two fingers into her mouth. 

"Suck on them!"

The tears ran down her cheeks as she obligingly sucked on them.

Jennings looked down at her body; saw a series of bruises and hazy shades of purple, blue, red and yellow. Did I do that? Or is she seeing someone else between visits? He wondered then rejected the thought. The marks are at least a week old. I must have done it on her last visit.

Pulling his finger from her mouth, he snarled into her face, "Tongue!"

Sheila immediately thrust her pierced tongue out for him. Jennings, holding his erection in his right hand, began a methodical slapping of her tongue then her face with his member.

Tiring of this game, he slapped her across the breasts (they had an understanding that he would never damage her face as she made her living as an actress). "Suck my dick!"

"Yes, master," she gasped as his fleshy pole slipped into her mouth, and then resumed her fellating with renewed vigor; ensuring that her tongue stud made contact with the underside of his cockhead with each thrust.

Several minutes passed before she removed him from her mouth to ask, "Master... can I lick your ass?" 

"Now why would I let a dirty little cunt like you lick my ass?"

"Please," she insisted with increasing desperation. "Please let my stick my slutty little tongue in your asshole." 

Satisfied with her crudely worded answer, Jennings turned around and obliged her obscene request by pulling her face into his rectum. He heard her gasp the word 'Yes' just before her voice became muffled and her little pink tongue shot out to stab at the entrance to his ass. He couldn't help but wiggle his hips, as she maneuvered her face between the cheeks, grinding his asshole into her hungry mouth. 

"Mmmm," he sighed pleasurably. "Good little whore." 

He allowed her to rim him and even to delve her talented tongue into his asshole for several minutes then, unable to take much more of her pleasurable mouth, he moved away and asked, "Where should I fuck you?" 

"You can fuck me anywhere you want, master" she replied, relinquishing all control. 

"Are you still engaged to that fucking fag actor?"

"Yes, master, but he's not really a fag."

"He's a fag if I say he is."

"Yes, Master... he is if you say it is so."

A sadistic look crossed Jennings face. "We'll use the bed," and then he hissed in her ear, "And the next time you're lying in bed with your fag lover you can think about all the dirty, slutty things you've done with and for me."

Sheila's eyes closed. A sexy smile formed on her face as she replied, "That's so fucking hot, Master, I'm ready to cum right now."

He swatted her on the ass and told her to get on the bed.

Joining her on the bed, Jennings took hold of Sheila's hair with one hand and with the other twisted her arm behind her back and forced her to her knees.

"Stay right there," he said as he let go of both her hair and arm to look under the bed for a pair of handcuffs. Pulling a box from under the bed, he flipped it open and smiled at the varied assortment of "toys" it contained. Rifling through the dildos and condoms, he located the metal handcuffs and pulled them out, pushing the box aside. 

"Ever use these with your fag friend?" he asked, dangling the metal cuffs beside her face. 

"No," she answered, trying to withhold her eagerness at being bound as Jennings placed the first shackle around her wrist. 

He knew she was telling the truth. Sheila's fiancé was notoriously 'vanilla' when it came to sex. It was the main reason she looked forward to their encounters. To Jennings they appeared to be a very odd couple since she was by far the kinkiest girl he had met in a long time. 

Sheila emitted a subtle moan then winced as he tightened the cold metal cuffs around her wrists, firmly securing her arms behind her back. 

"Mmmm," now you're all mine," he whispered and reached down between her legs to press his fingers against the silky material of her panties, feeling the dampness of her pussy through the thin fabric. 

"Ohhh," he exclaimed, nuzzling his wiggling fingers up into her dripping hole. "What made you so wet?" 

"I've been wet all night," she peeped, squirming from his touch. "I've been waiting for this since you agreed to see me." 

"Waiting for what?" Jennings asked, knowing what her answer would be even as he pulled her panties down over her round, naked ass. 

Master, I've been waiting for you... to use me; to spank me; waiting for you to make me make me your slut." 

Jennings smiled. Sheila always knew what he wanted to hear. 

He tore her panties down around her knees, waited for her predictable moan, and then grasped his cock and aimed it towards her glistening cunt. 

"You want my dick inside you don't you?" he asked, as its tip teased her delicate vaginal folds.

"Yes!"

"Beg for it, cunt," he growled and wiggled it against her wanton opening. 

"Master, please stick your cock in my cunt," she gasped. 

Sheila was only one of the only girls he knew that liked to use the word "cunt". 

"First tell me how you came to like being spanked."

"Master... can't you just...."

"Tell me or I'll kick your skuzzy ass out the door!"

"Yes sir!" Sheila responded fearfully. She was wild eyed at the prospect of being denied the orgasm she so desperately sought. "It was in high school."


The Animal Trainer Ch. 02



"They still do that?" Jennings asked, not quite buying Sheila's story.

"Did you get three swats, too?"

"I just got a lecture. He told me if I got sent to his office again I'd get paddled like that other girl."

After I left the principal's office with a warning and relief of avoiding the paddle, I stopped in the restroom before returning to class and she... the girl who got spanked... was in there splashing water on her face, regaining her composure. She asked me if I'd gotten it, too."

"When I told her I just got a warning, she told me the first time she got the warning, too. The second time she got one swat with the paddle."

"So that was her third time," Jennings said, "meaning she got three swats?"

"Yeah, I asked her if it hurt. She said, "Hell, yeah!' "

There wasn't anyone else in the restroom. She motioned me to follow her into one of the toilet stalls and unzipped her jeans, and wiggled them down enough to reveal her freshly paddled rear.

"I remember her ass was bright red like a sunset."

Then she did something that stunned me. As she refastened her jeans, she leaned close and confided: "As bad as it hurts, and it feels like my butt is on fire, I'm horny as hell."

"She left and I realized I was horny, too. I sat down to pee and I was soaking wet. I couldn't believe it."

Jennings nodded and said, "It's pretty common to be turned on by the thought of getting spanked."

"So when did you get paddled by the principal?"

"It was at the beginning of my Senior year. A couple of boys got paddled and there was a lot of talk about it. I saw one of the boys leaving after school. I wondered how he felt, and I'll admit I imagined him pulling his pants down and showing me. That thought got my juices flowing and I remembered what that girl said to me. I got so horny I played with myself after I got home and again that night before I could get to sleep. I just came and came and came."

Jennings permitted himself a smile, and said, "So you decided to find out what it was like." 

"I didn't come right out and plan it. But there was a class I didn't do the homework for and didn't want to go to this one day. So I skipped it and left school, and got caught when I was coming back."

"The principal called me into his office and lectured me until the girls' P.E. teacher entered the room. I knew then what was coming. 

"Did the gym teacher paddle you?"

"Yes. He did the boys. There always had to be two of them there so there was a witness."

"Were you freaking out?"

"I was scared, but no. Deep down I was looking forward to it."

"I had to bend over and put my hands on the principal's desk. I started to, but she told me to move my feet apart and farther away from the desk; it made my ass stick up more."

"Did you close your eyes?"

"I kept them open. I wanted to try to see when it was coming so I could tense up. The principal told me to keep looking straight ahead. I felt her touch my butt with the paddle, and then there was this loud crack. I actually heard it before I felt it."

"Then you felt it."

"It was like my ass was on fire, or like the sting of a thousand bees. I wanted to rub it, but not in front of them. I don't even remember what they said to me after it was over."

Jennings stood up. "I think maybe you should show me exactly how they made you stand."

Sheila looked at him with surprise, her eyes wide. Then a wave of realization passed over her face. "I can't get it exactly because of the cuffs, but I'll try." "I can't ask more than that, Sheila."

Without another word she shook her legs free of the panties coiled around them and bent forward, pressing her face into a pillow. 

"No, move your feet farther apart." 

He moved behind her. She glanced back, not having the composure to look straight ahead until he slapped her with whatever instrument he would be using.

"Don't look at me. Keep your eyes forward. You know you deserve this, don't you."

She turned her head back toward the bed but didn't reply.

"I said you know you have this spanking coming, don't you?"

"Yes, master."

"Can you tell me why?"

"I've been bad. I've been very bad."

At that moment Jennings swung his right arm and caught her square in the middle of her finely shaped ass. The force pushed her slightly toward the bed. She arched her back, wiggled her ass slightly, almost taunting him, as she regained her balance. She glanced back with a look of fear and self-loathing.

"I told you not to look back here!" The second swat was delivered with far more force and landed on her left cheek, jarring the heel of Jennings hand so that it all the way to the elbow.

The third swat surprised both of them. He swung from a lower angle, catching her on the upswing on the underside of her ass. The contact was so pure, almost like connecting with a fastball with the sweet spot of a bat that he didn't feel it. It was as if his hand continued right through her. Sheila stood up and did a little dance as the bees played a chorus on her behind.

"Keep your head down and that spotted red ass in the air." 

Sheila buried her face into the bedspread and arched her back, presenting the most tantalizing target. The sight, as well as the scent of her arousal had its effect on Jennings.

He pressed his cheek to her ass and felt the heat radiate to his face. She pressed back, craving the softer contact, no doubt seeking comfort from the punishment. He remained in place for a moment longer, taking in the intoxicating blend of vapors. Then moving behind her, he kissed the left check and smacked the right one.

A moan came from deep within her throat.

He switched sides and repeated the spanking on the opposite cheek. Later, Jennings convinced himself that her juices were flowing so much at that point in time that he actually heard them landing on the sheets. That was what caused him to plunge his tongue into her anus while administering a light spanking to her pussy. 

The tangy taste inflamed him, and he swabbed his tongue over her rear opening until his saliva was cascading into her pussy and from there forming an ever larger wet spot on the sheets.

He searched out the swollen bud of her clit, pinched it and tugged it rhythmically, and she cried out with need. "Oh yes, yes, yes!"

Jennings slammed his cock into her and jack hammered her until she was quivering with her orgasm. At that point she shifted gears and jammed a finger up her ass while slowing his thrusts down to slow, deep jabs that rocked her lithe body even more than his rapid fucking had.

Sheila had one orgasm after the other and was soon lost to all sensations save the nirvana her current climax was wringing out of her.

He came in Sheila, and when his cock began to go limp, returned to eating her out, seemingly relishing the taste of his own sperm. She flooded his face and cried out in ecstasy while his tongue pressed hard against her clit and his index finger slid into her asshole. 

"Yes, yes, yes!" she moaned and writhed under his ministrations.

He realized that he had become hard again, and after taking several deep breaths, mounted Sheila from behind, closed his eyes in concentration, and sent his slimy cock into her ass.

"Where's my dick, slut?" he asked harshly, pulling her head back to better hear her gasping reply. 

"In... in my ass," she stuttered in between anguished moans. 

"Asshole!" he gasped, correcting her and tightened the grip on her hair. 

"Asshole!" she blurted back in response as Jennings drove particularly deep inside her. "Your cock is in my asshole!"

"And where is it going next?" he asked, his voice seething with lust. 

"Um, my... in my mouth!" she answered meekly. 

"Why?"

"B... because, I'm a dirty fucking whore!" 

As soon as those words left her lips, Jennings yanked her head back and let her tightening asshole expel his rigid cock. He yanked her body backward and slapped his dick against her mouth. Lee's lips parted with desperation as she tried to capture my swaying pole, just slightly out of reach. 

"You want this?"

"Yes!" Sheila begged, her tongue reaching for my dangling head. "I want to taste my ass on your fucking cock!" 

He pulled her head forward and rammed his cock into her open mouth, nearly gagging her as it hit the back of her throat. Sheila moaned with approval, gliding back and forth with very little prompting. Urging her to take him deeper, he pulled on her hair; her head bounced back and forth on his cock as she passively encouraged him to use her even more roughly. 

"Oh my God, I love it when you fuck me like this!" Sheila squealed as he began to work his thick shaft back into her taut little tunnel. 

Sinking in easily, Jennings pushed himself in as far as it would go while Sheila squirmed with delight; her hands struggling against metal cuffs. 

Plunging in and out of her ravaged asshole, Jennings realized he wouldn't be able to hold off much longer. Should have use the cock ring, he told himself. Ah, you never know under these conditions....

Jennings felt his balls tighten, gritted his teeth and tore at her hair as his pulsing cock began to erupt inside her, filling her well-fucked hole with searing hot cum. 

As his climax subsided, Jennings kept his shaft buried inside her, sliding it back and forth, until it gradually wilted within her tightly clutching embrace.

Afterward he carefully inspected Sheila's well fucked hole, now reddened, swollen and leaking cum. He removed the handcuffs and climbed onto the bed, pulling her up alongside him. He lay back in a relaxed position. Sheila assumed a more submissive pose, knees tucked up under her body and her face pressed against the bed. 

"Mmmm," she purred, stroking a finger over her sensitive hole. "I love having your cum in my ass." As she spoke, she pushed her finger deep inside, feeling her cum coated tunnel with her wiggling digit. 

"I love feeling it inside me," she continued, sliding her finger back out, now clearly covered in a glistening sheen of slimy cum. "Only my true master can make me feel this way."

she gave him a wicked look and put the finger in her mouth and sucked the sperm from it.

Jennings was amused by her depravity.

"I'm getting married, master."

"You're actually marrying that fag?"

"You know he's not gay, Jen... I mean master."

"I'm glad you corrected yourself, Sheila. I'm tired and if I have to punish you any more tonight, it will be drastic simply because I am tired."

"I want you to fuck me before my wedding," she said and spread her legs for him to view her cunt.

"On your wedding day?"

"Of course. Can you arrange it?"

"if there's no conflict with my schedule."

"I'll give you the particulars as soon as they're firmed up. I promise."

Jennings smiled; he was always intrigued by how women betrayed their lovers.

"I want you to use me and make me your whore while I'm wearing my wedding dress."

Jennings felt his cock stir. 

"Yeah?" he croaked, "What did you have in mind for the big day?"

"Everything!" she replied, bending down so she could lick his testicles.

"Fuck me. Use me. Make me lick your asshole."

"I'd want your bridesmaid there."

"You would!" she sounded thrilled at the thought. Sheila's eyes focused on his as she stared with a lustful intensity. 

"I wonder what your fiancé would think if you saw you right now," Jennings said contemplating the scene. "You know... say he could see us on your wedding day... in his bed... with your tongue up my fucking ass."

"Could you bring Tiger?" she said, seemingly ignoring his statement, but he knew as he had heard every word he uttered.

"I could, but he'd stand out like a sore thumb with his tattoos."

"He would, wouldn't he? Such a shame."

She brightened a little, saying, "Perhaps we could hide him away someplace and when the time was right...."

"When I learn when and where I'll give it further thought."

"Oh, master... I know you can figure something out."

"That's what I really want," she explained. "I've been thinking about that a lot lately. Me in my little white wedding dress, on my knees in some bathroom somewhere with my tongue up your ass and Tiger fucking me from behind."

Her tongue made its way to his asshole. He groaned with pleasure. "Shall I tongue fuck your ass, master?"

"Yes."

"I'm thinking about walking down the aisle with your cum dripping out of my asshole, Mmmm," she moaned into his ass then sighed as her mouth closed upon his rectum while she sucked and licked with wild abandon until he was hard and throbbing.

"You fucking whore," he muttered and shook his head, causing her to smile around his anus. 

For the next few minutes Jennings lay there content to let Sheila do her thing. It was something she absolutely loved doing and she would continue it all night if he was to let her. But his throbbing prick called for a different action on his part.

"Alright cunt," Jennings growled, grabbing her hair and pulling her insatiable mouth off his saliva covered asshole. "Get on your back and spread your fucking legs!"

A brief look of excitement flashed across Sheila's face as she lay back on the bed, widening her legs with anticipation. It seemed like the worse he treated her, the more she loved it; as she constantly urged him to find newer and dirtier ways of degrading her.

Sheila eagerly spread her cunt lips apart for him and Jennings slammed into her, causing her to lose her breath for a long moment as he surged into her until felling his balls compressed against her asshole. He withdrew and slammed back hard as Sheila gasped again. 

"That's what you like isn't it?" he snarled, grabbing her ankles and pushing her legs up towards her head as she winced in pain.

He drove his hips into her with violent force. "Getting fucked hard like this?"

"Yes, master" she quickly replied. "Fuck me hard. Use me like the worthless little cunt I am!"

"Tell me what a dirty fucking whore you are," he grunted as he plowed so deep he nudged her cervix.

"I'm such a filthy fucking slut," she moaned back, responding to his urging with more salacious talk. "A dirty little asslicking whore!" 

"Mmmm," say that again," he commanded; releasing her legs and pinning her arms up above her head. 

"I'm a dirty little asslicking whore!"

"A dirty little... cheating... asslicking whore," he corrected, again driving his manhood into her sweltering cunt.

Sheila's eyes began to lose their focus. He felt her quiver and knew she was on the edge. He wanted them to finish together and whispered in her ear, "Cum with me!" "Yes... yes, master!" Jennings pumped his hips into her with a constant, driving force. "Almost... there!" she croaked. He waited four seconds and then shouted, "Cum for me!" and emptied his sacs into her spongy soft vagina just as her legs tightened around him and she was swept away by a tumultuous orgasm. "I guess I should go," Sheila said some minutes later.

"Probably be best," he agreed.

They both dressed, Sheila used the extra dress she had brought with her, and left the tattered remains of the garment he'd torn from her on the floor.

They said their goodbyes and he told her to put salve on those parts he had spanked and whipped. "Don't want the fag getting jealous," he laughed.

"He's not, oh, fuck it. He might be at that," she laughed along with Jennings and he gave her a light smack on the ass as she walked through the door.



The Animal Trainer Ch. 03



Jenning's and his Black assistant, Tiger, whose real name was Educe Nagoya, walked into the production meeting exactly on time.

The red haired receptionist had met many of Hollywood's handsome leading men, but the presence of these two men set her blood to boiling. The white male, Jennings, was by any measure a man of distinction. Ruggedly good looking, he was tall, six-foot-four at least, with the girth of an NFL middle linebacker. Long, blonde hair cascaded down over his broad shoulders, and his deep blue eyes and angled eyebrows gave his face an expression of intense concentration. His lips were full and sensuous, and pursed gently as he waited for the receptionist to usher them into the meeting room.

Nagoya was if possible, even more striking in his physical appearance. He too, was well over six-foot tall, perhaps six-six, or seven, with the slender, but muscled build of a professional basketball player, which he had been until an ankle injury incurred in his rookie season ended his career in that regard. But it was his facial tattoos that captivated the red-haired beauty behind the desk. He wore a cap, yet if asked, she would have sworn that his head was shaven and that it too was also tattooed with the orange colored stripes that covered his arms and face. Added to that was the fact that his skin was very black in color, almost blue black. Her eyes widened as she realized the tats appeared to be similar in nature and formed a recurring pattern not unlike those of a tiger's stripes. 

Her nostril's flared as she absorbed a strong dosage of the pheromone both men gave off. She shifted in her chair behind the desk and realized that she had grown wet between her legs. As she called her boss to tell him of their arrival, she knew a meeting with her private masseuse would be needed later that afternoon.

Jennings and Nagoya took control of the meeting shortly after being seated. In effect, they told the movie producer's just how much money would be allocated to them in order to provide the needed sets and animals for the production the studio had in mind. Heads nodded, calculators whirled and Jennings and Nagoya walked out with two checks amounting to $400,000 to "get things rolling."

"Not a bad morning's work," Nagoya said.

"Not at all, Educe," Jennings agreed. "Are you up for some sex?"

"Always," the black man smiled. "Am I to be the Tiger's ass again?"

"I thought you enjoyed the role," Jennings chuckled.

"I do, but after a while it gets a little lame."

"So, what do you propose, putting a real Bengal in bed with them?"

"It's a thought. I think it might induce a heart attack or worse, scare them to death, though."

"Lemme call her," Jennings said.

"This the one with the mother wanting to watch?"

"She did watch us. The next day she came by looking for some herself."

"No shit? Christ, the ladies today. Got themselves some freedom and look what they do with it."

He dialed Aggie's number.

"It's me."

"Oh, Mr. Jennings, it's you!" Aggie seemed positively giddy.

"If you want to see me again, come to 2330 Normandy Drive tonight at 8:30. Be prompt, DeMarco."

"I'll be there!" 

Jennings hung up. 

"We doing the tiger bit?" Educe inquired as they got into his 'vette and drove off.

"Why not? Thing is, this one's into pain. I strapped her pretty good and she wanted more. Sometimes I wonder where to draw the line."

Educe pondered his comment for a moment before answering. "Gotta play it by ear; there are times you can go further than either of you thought possible. There are times its easy to go too fucking far without either of you realizing it.'

"I suppose you're right, Educe." 

"I suppose I am. After all, I am the Tiger, right?'

Both men laughed and said nothing until they were back in Jennings loft.

"Shit, I almost forgot to call the mother."

"You serious, Abe?"

"Double your pleasure, Educe."

"Whatever," the black man said with a wry grin.

The phone rang twice. 

"Hello?"

"Lee?"

"Yes."

"Jennings."

"Hi."

"I'm on my way to my loft, do you remember the address?" 

"I'm four blocks away. I'll be waiting."

"Don't wait. Park the car around the corner. I'm saving a space out front for your daughter. You get to watch this time."

He waited for her at the entrance to the loft. Educe was already upstairs preparing his 'tiger' act. 

Lee was getting out of her car when he walked to the corner to check on her arrival.

He saw that she was wearing a short, white cocktail dress with matching heels. Her makeup was done and her hair was brushed. She looked like a wholesome, attractive Midwestern housewife about to go out for a night with her husband.

"Hello. So you were in the neighborhood, 'eh?"

Lee's confidence faded at his words.

"Um, there's a bar up the block. Can I buy us a drink?" she asked meekly. 

"I don't think so," Jennings replied, opening the steel door at the entrance to his building. He stepped inside and waited for her to follow. "I think we're going to have a good time right here in the loft."

Mrs. Aguire swallowed, and asked, "Do you have anything to drink, Mr. Jennings?"

"Under the circumstances, I think it would be okay for you to call me Abe. Help yourself, the bars in what passes for a kitchenette."

Without another word, Lee moved to the kitchen area and poured herself a shot of bourbon and a glass of water. Tossing the shot down, she turned to face him and said, "I thought it would appeal to you to have the girl you're fucking's mother call you Mister."

"You do, huh?" 

She reached down towards his pants. 

"Not so fast," he said, grabbing her wrist and leading her towards the back of the large two-room suite, "You got off on listening to us before. Let's see how you like watching us." 

"Watching us?"

Jennings pulled a chair over from the dressing table next to the bathroom and pushed her into it. Then held her hands behind her back with one hand and took his belt off with the other. He secured her wrists to the back of the chair with a single knot, knowing it wouldn't hold if she actually wanted to escape. But he knew that she didn't really want to escape.

"Oh no," she whined, "I can't move."

He walked around to face her, reached both hands under her dress and pulled her panties off in a single stroke.

Holding her underwear in one hand, he said tersely, "Open up."

She complied, and he stuffed the panties into her mouth then sat on the bed to wait. 

Lee was sitting in the dark, far enough towards the back of the suite that she was invisible from the area near the door when Tiger reappeared. Tiger was, in many respects a marvelous specimen. However there were two things about him that set him apart from most men. There was not a hair to be found on his body; and he had orange tiger stripes tattooed all over his black body, including his face, so that he did look every bit the tiger image he sought to convey to shock those few people he came into contact with.

"She here yet?" he asked softly, but even then his voice had a strong base pitch to it.

"No, but...."

"What?"

Jennings couldn't help but laugh. "Her mother is."

"You're fucking kidding me," Tiger said.

They heard a faint moan from the bathroom.

"I guess not. You're something else, Abe." He slapped his old friend on the shoulder before asking, "Gonna blindfold her? Have her lick the Tiger's ass?"

"That's most of the plan. Then you do whatever you want."

"She like pain?"

"Yes."

"I'll wait here in the dark with Momma," Tiger said gliding effortlessly along the wooden flooring until he stood next to the wide-eyed Mrs. Aguire. Then he removed his clothing and slapped her across the face with his flaccid, but very impressive member.

Jennings laughed on hearing the light slap and groan from Aggie's mother. Let her think about that while watching her daughter get the benefit of it, he thought, and laughed again as the buzzer sounded downstairs.

"Right on time," he said for the benefit of Educe and Mrs. Aguire.

"Who is it?" he inquired just to be certain it was Aggie and not some unexpected caller.

"It's Aggie, Mr. Jennings."

He buzzed her in, and moments later Aggie strode confidently into the loft's living room dressed in a miniskirt, thigh-high boots and tank top. She was wearing heavy eye make-up and lipstick.

"Whoring it up tonight?" Jennings asked.

"I wore this outfit for you, Daddy," she said, smiling.

"I bet you did you little slut."

"You know how to handle sluts like me don't you, Daddy?" she said, moving closer to him, hoping for a kiss.

"Get your ass into the bedroom, slut."

Aggie almost ran into the bedroom and stood waiting for further instructions.

He brought her over to the edge of the bed farthest from the door so that her mother would be able to see her. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled Aggie over his lap. Seeing her perfectly shaped, slightly rounded ass made him want to give her a spanking she would never forget, but he had to make sure she was capable of taking the tiger on.

"Are you going to spank me?"

"You bet I am you little slut."

He pushed up her short skirt to reveal the wisp of a thong.

"Does your stepmother know you dress like a whore?"

"No way. She's a total prude. I don't even think that she has sex anymore."

Jennings caught himself before laughing out loud. He raised his arm and brought it down with a resounding slap across her right cheek, leaving a red handprint across her perfect white ass. 

"Ouch!" 

"Just wait you little slut."

He smacked her other cheek, harder than he had the first one. 

"Oooo, daddy it hurts!"

"I bet," he snarled.

"You like to be hurt, don't you, slut?"

"Yes..." she said and stopped. 

"You like it a lot, don't you?"

"Yes... sometimes...."

"Sometimes what, Aggie?"

"Sometimes I can't stop myself. I... I want it to keep going, even if I know it's dangerous."

"Think the guy might kill you?"

"There was one time...."

"What happened?"

"I'd rather not talk about...."

Jennings slapped her viciously across the face.

Stunned at the unexpected blow, Aggie groaned. Tears rolled down her face, but other than the groan she made no sound. He hit her again, almost exactly in the same place. She made no effort to protect herself and lay there across his lap waiting for whatever might come next.

"Talk to me, you cunt!"

"I... I... I wound up in the hospital. I had to tell my mo... stepmother that I was in a car accident and some guy dropped me off at the hospital entrance and then took off. He broke my jaw and fractured my nose. I needed plastic surgery. Oh, he broke my wrist too. I was pretty fucked up for a while there."

"Am I the next guy since him?"

"No. I went with another guy for a while."

"And?"

"And I broke it off. He was ..."

"He was what? Too rough, too tame?'

"Tame...he was too fucking tame for me."

"Good to know," he said and warmed her ass with a dozen sharp, stinging blows.

I bet Educe has her mother sucking his black cock back there. She'll want both our cocks in her before I finish with her darling daughter, he told himself while Aggie gasped at the rapidity of his spanking.

He reached between the folds of her thong and slipped one finger along her labia, which was quite wet.

"Only sluts like you enjoy spanking this much."

"Yes Daddy," she moaned, "I'm your little slut."

"Why don't you show me what a good girl you can be?"

"Should I suck your cock, daddy?"

"For starters, yeah. Have at it."

I helped her off my lap and onto the floor. She knelt in front of me and looked up at me with the same mischievous gaze that she had given me in her house a few days ago. 

"I bet there's something nice in here for me isn't there?"

"Why don't you find out?"

She slowly unzipped his pants with the look of a girl unwrapping a gift from her sweetheart on Valentine's Day. 

"Oooo, Master! I forgot how big it is!"

She took my cock out of my pants and brushed it lightly against her full lips.

"Don't play with it, you slut. I want you to suck it."

"Yes, Daddy."

Jennings gasped as she took his cock into her mouth, all the way down her throat on the first stroke. It was amazing how good she'd gotten at deep-throating. Better than her stepmother, he thought, and realized she was watching them with Educe from the dark corner of the room.

"Moan on that cock," I commanded, "let me know how much you love it."

Aggie moaned as she fucked her own throat with his throbbing member. He grabbed a handful of her beautiful dark hair and gave it a tug, glancing towards the corner where Mrs. Aguire sat in the chair.

"Mmm, that's nice you little slut. Slurp on that cock."

Aggie was sucking as enthusiastically as he had ever seen her. He marveled watching her take his entire length down her throat, looking up at him intermittently, as if pleading with her eyes for the privilege of swallowing his cock.

"That's good for now," he said. 

"Mmmm?" she half gargled, while taking his saliva coated cock from her mouth and holding it tightly in her right hand.

Jennings shoved her off his lap onto her back as he prepared to mount her.

"Wait!" Aggie called out, surprising him enough that he did stop and look at her questioningly.

"I don't want a couple slaps and a fuck, I don't. I want you to hurt me."

Jenning's blinked. He was covering new ground with her. But he had been in this territory with another woman several years earlier. "Go on," he said and waited.

"This is something I need. If you can't do it, then maybe I should just go."

Jennings propped himself up on his elbows. "Tell me what it is you want."

"Listen to the fucking words," she snapped, and he bristled. "I want to hurt. I want to... I want you to beat me, to punish me." 

He opened his mouth to reply, but she shook her head. "No, don't say anything. Don't say a thing until you understand. I want you... I want you to make me cry. I want you to make me bleed. I want you to beat me until... I... until I get what I need."

"And what is that?"

Aggie's lip curled in disgust. "I don't fucking know, you moron! There's something... something just out of reach. I want to know what it is. But if you're not up to it...."

"I didn't say that," Jennings protested.

"You didn't say otherwise, either. I'm asking you this because I thought you could do it. I thought you were capable of... of being merciless. Am I wrong about that?"

"Hey," he said, getting to his feet. "Don't get pissy with me, Aggie. I'm not the fucking pervert here."

Her eyes blazed, and she took a single step toward him. "Say that again," she whispered.

"You're a fucking pervert," he snarled, and she smiled.

"Again... and this time, slap me right in the face. Do it."

Without hesitation, Jennings lashed out and caught her a stinging slap across her nose. The nose she claimed the other guy had broken. She closed her eyes and inhaled through her nose, slowly, sexually. 

"You're a cunt and a fucking pervert," he repeated.

"Again," she breathed, her eyes still closed.

She had succeeded in pissing him off and Jennings balled his hand into a fist and punched her in the jaw. Not as hard as he could, he pulled the punch, but it still knocked Aggie off the bed and onto the hard wooden floor where she lay like a prizefighter who had just been kayoed.

Her small, naked form looked so vulnerable that Jennings found that he wanted to break her of wanting to be punished like this.

He realized that Educe was now standing at his side, looking down at her.

"She really want this?" Educe asked quietly.

Jennings nodded his head then as an afterthought asked, "The other one?"

"Bound and gagged. I mean, just in case, you know?"

"Good thinking, Educe."

"You got that flogger in your desk drawer unless you moved it," Educe said.

Aggie moaned from the floor. "Oh... now there's two of you. Should make it easier to beat the shit out of me."

Jennings retrieved the flogger from his desk drawer and walked back to stand over the prone Aggie.

"C'mon, you pathetic piece of shit, use it on me!" she spat with a fury he hadn't seen in a woman since his mother was being beaten by his father that long ago day.

Jennings ran the flogger through his fingers, feeling the cruel twist of the leather and the sharp, cold barbs. He tested the flogger on his knee and nodded grimly. Aggie was now on her knees, angry tears running down her face, her shoulders slumped in defeat. She didn't even notice him raising the flogger only to bring it down on her in a single, vicious stroke. There was a sickening crack as it made contact, as loud as a gunshot in the cramped space of the large open room. She cried out and her claw-like fingers bit deep into the wooden flooring, snapping off three fingernails as she shrieked with the sudden jolt of pain.

Jennings and Educe looked down in awe as the blood seeped from the several cuts on her back in thin, red lines.

But Aggie's beautiful, round ass rose upward, waiting for the next kiss of the flogger, and this caught both men off guard.

"More?" Jennings asked pensively.

"Muh..." she moaned, her expression blank.

"What?" Educe asked as he leaned close to her mouth.

"Muh... More!"

That was enough for Jennings. The barbed tips of the flogger cut deep into the soft, sweet flesh of her ass, streaking her thighs with blood. Each stroke made her scream louder and lean back into the next stroke which fell harder.

Jennings lost count of the lashes raining down on the girl.

And then she began to cum.

It was unmistakable; her body spasmed then she gasped and moaned happily as a surge of hot juice gushed down her thighs onto the wooden flooring.

From the other side of the room he heard her mother screaming through the gag in her mouth. He glanced at Educe, who caught his meaning and went to her, whether to quiet her or to assure her that her daughter was all right, Jennings didn't know or much care. He was entranced by Aggie as she lay curled up in a fetal position at his feet.

One more for good measure, he thought, see how she reacts to that.

The next lashing slapped hard against her oozing, slippery cunt. Aggie jerked, her limbs twitched in a violent spasm as her orgasm reached its height. Jennings raised his arm again and brought the flogger down against her pussy, and then a third, each harder than the last, each driving her further, lifting her higher, until her body betrayed her; the intensity of the pain tripped some subconscious mechanism and after one last pathetic scream Aggie passed out, slumping to the floor like an abandoned rag-doll.

Jennings had never been this aroused before and rushed over to Mrs. Aguire and yanked the panty gag from her mouth, loosened her bonds and threw her to the floor then made her get on all fours.

"We're going to fuck like the animals we are!' he barked in her ear.

"How... how could...."

"Shut the fuck up or I'll flog you just like I did her. I don't think you can handle anything close to what she did."

Jennings had Mrs. Aguire facing her daughter when he jerked her dress up and slapped her pussy.

The woman was both terrified and deeply wounded at having witnessed her daughter's degradation and beating and so remained submissive when he slapped her pussy a second time before ramming into her.

She was also highly aroused, for watching her daughter demand lash after lash had put her in a spot she never thought she would be; she wanted to hold the flogger; to administer at least one lash across her daughter's ass; and she also wanted Jenning's and his friend to fuck her senseless.

Jenning's grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked her head back and continued to fuck her as hard as he could. He didn't last long at all, spewing his seed into her in less than a minute. But his cock remained thick and hard.




The Animal Trainer Ch. 03



"You take her, you want," he said to Educe. The tattooed man never hesitated, slamming his black penis into her cum filled cunt and fucking her even harder and faster than Jennings had.

At the very moment Lee Aguire was coming with Educe, Jennings slapped her face with his erection. She opened her mouth and took him in, sucking voraciously on him.

Educe, having just ejaculated in the mother, walked over to Aggie who was kneeling and staring at her step-mother and Jennings in disbelief.

"Where'd she...."

Educe didn't let her finish, grabbing her jaw with a powerful hand and squeezing until she opened her mouth. But it was only when he forced his member between her swollen lips did she realize what it was that he wanted from her. Obediently she sucked him off until he was fully hard again; and then he mounted her and fucked her senseless.

Between them each woman was fucked four times. Then Educe led them into the shower, turning the water on to a cool position rather than heated one in deference to Aggie's cuts.

Her step-mother was very gentle in helping Aggie wash the blood and semen from her bruised and battered body before carefully cleaning herself. She helped Aggie dress then dressed herself as best she could, and they left.

Jennings didn't think he see either of them again. He thanked Educe for his help and the black man left.



The Animal Trainer Ch. 04



Abraham Jennings entered the bar just as two pool players got into a scuffle over whether one had called his shot before sinking the eight ball in the side pocket. That was the reason neither Hilly or Noreen saw him enter, but he saw them and took their measure, ignoring the two men who had begun throwing wild punches at one another and took a seat at a corner table.

A couple of friends broke up the skirmish quickly enough and order was restored. The patrons resumed their various conversations; some talking football and others trying to charm the lady next to them out of her pants.

Hilly Jorgenson blew a strand of curly blonde hair off her forehead and sidled behind the bar. She didn't have an order to fill, but Noreen was tending bar tonight and that was all the excuse she needed. She watched the tall, dark-haired girl fill a pitcher with Bud and tried to look nonchalant. "They almost did some major damage," she said. 

"There's nothing in this place they could possibly damage," Noreen answered without looking up at her.

The two girls wore the same informal uniform-white oxford shirt, blue rep tie, black miniskirt, and black flats. They were both very pretty, so pretty they had to constantly rebuff the drunken advances of their customers, but they were, in appearance, total opposites. 

Hilly was a petite blonde with pale blue eyes, smallish breasts and a peaches-and-cream complexion. Noreen on the other hand was a tall, tan brunette with well formed breasts and long, long legs. 

But they had much more in common than good looks, Hilly thought, barely concealing a giddy smile. Thinking no one was looking, she stepped close behind Noreen, pretended to reach for an empty pitcher, and put her hand on Noreen's ass. She gave the warm, firm flesh a squeeze.

"Coming over to my place tonight?"

Noreen didn't answer for a long second, but then turned and smiled, her white teeth brilliant in the low light. "Of course, sexy."

Hilly floated back to the restaurant side, walking on air, happier that she knew was possible. They had been secret lovers for three weeks now, more than atoning for each other's disappointing love lives. 

Hilly was only 21 but she'd been with quite a few boys, and quite a few men, and hated herself for giving her body away so easily. She'd told Noreen this and her friend said, "You need to find someone who appreciates how special you are." 

There was an awkward silence; Hilly filled her wineglass, and set the bottle on the coffee table, hoping Noreen would say something to ease the tension, but when she turned Noreen's face was right there; inches away, her lips so close Hilly couldn't help but lean forward and touch them with her own. 

They made love all night long, Noreen taking the lead, obviously not the first time she'd been with a woman. She was only five years older than Hilly, but was more mature, and more sophisticated than the younger Hilly. 

Now, Noreen was not just a dyke; she was a man killer, dating boys by the dozen, breaking their hearts with a toss of her long brunette hair. Hilly thought she could never be so strong, so confident as her new lover. She had no idea what it was to kiss another woman until they kissed that night. The truth of the matter was that Hilly fell in love with Noreen with that first kiss.

Hilly's nipples tingled as she remembered how it felt when Noreen's lipsticked lips closed around them, suckled them into stiff knots, and then how she kissed and licked her way down Hilly's curvy body until she buried her tongue between Hilly's legs and made her moan and writhe and beg for mercy. 

After Hilly had come a third time Noreen lifted her head from Hilly's pussy and said, "I love licking you, lollipop." That was Hilly's nickname now, and she loved it. 

"Who needs boys?" was their inside joke, the one they told after they made love. Who needs boys who think shouting "Boo-ya!" during a basketball game counts as witty conversation, who think wearing a baseball back backwards qualifies as high fashion, and who think sticking you a dozen times with their stubby cocks passed for lovemaking? 

Hilly gave Noreen's flank another tender touch then sashayed around the low wooden partition that separated the bar and restaurant and spied Jennings beckoning to her from the high-backed wooden chair at Table 7. 

She stopped in her tracks. Jennings was by any measurement a man of distinction. Ruggedly good looking, he was tall, six-foot-four at least, with the girth of an NFL nose tackle. Long, blonde hair cascaded down over his broad shoulders, and his deep blue eyes and angled eyebrows gave his face an expression of intense concentration. His lips were full and sensuous, and pursed gently as he waited patiently for Hilly to approach him to take his order.

Hilly edged around to the side, to get a look at him in profile. He wore sandals, loose black trousers, and a black linen button-down shirt. He was huge but the casual clothes hung on him as though they were tailor-made. Her first thought was that he appeared to be incredibly strong. Her second was as to his age, which she guessed to be about forty.

She set a menu down before him and noted his large hands then forced herself to say: "Hello, welcome to the Cup's Half Full. Can I get you something to drink?"

Jennings blue eyes casually roamed up her body, seeming to memorize her figure before they finally fixed on her eyes with a penetrating gaze. "Darling, would you have a cold bottle of Bud?"

She swallowed and nodded, their eyes still locked. "Sure do."

"Wonderful, please bring me two bottles."

"Oh, do you have someone else joining you?"

"No, they're both for me. I'm a thirsty man."

Hilly backed up, unable to look away, until she knocked over a chair and broke the spell with the crash. She straightened the chair with shaking hands. She thought she felt his eyes on her, his gaze burning into her back, but when she tucked her chin against her shoulder and snuck a peek back at him she saw him placidly perusing the menu. She went to the half-counter where waitresses on the restaurant side placed their drink orders and Noreen said, "What's wrong, Lollipop?"

"Nothing. Just... see that man over there, at table 7?"

Noreen looked over Hilly's shoulder, and her dark brows rose. "Wow. Did he say something to you?"

"No, it was just the way he looked at me. It wasn't scary, just... really intense."

Noreen was staring at Jennings now, the big man oblivious to the two girls brazenly scoping him out. "He's... compelling," Noreen said, continuing to stare. 

Hilly felt the first tingling of jealousy stirring within her. But she wasn't sure if she was jealous toward Noreen or her mysterious customer. She was confused. For the past three weeks she was convinced she was a lesbian, thrilled that she at last understood her sexuality. But this man disturbed her. He was so big and had all that blonde hair and each time she glanced his way she got butterflies in her stomach. 

"I need two bottles of Bud," she reminded Noreen.

"Oh, sure." Noreen grabbed two bottles by the neck and handed them to Hilly without looking at her. She only had eyes for the man at table 7. 

Hilly brought the beers to Jennings and set them down in front of him. He picked a bottle up and drank. "Great," he sighed after a long drink. "Thank you. And what might your name be?"

A flight of bumblebees took wing inside her tummy. Her face flushed red-hot, "Hilly," she said after a moment.

"How's the steak here? Or am I better off ordering a chop steak?"

"Don't tell the boss, but I recommend the Chop."

"Good, smother it with fried onions. I'll also take some vegetables, broccoli mostly, and the mashed potatoes, hold any gravy, okay?"

She was scribbling his order on a pad and only when she looked up did she realize he was staring at her legs, and she watched frozen in place as his eyes slowly and deliberately, traced the contours of her body, all the way up to her own staring eyes. "I have a very big appetite," he said with a smile.

Hilly thought she might swoon, might collapse on the table. He was so obvious about it, but she was too frightened to say anything. She needed air, needed to get away from the gravitational pull of his huge body. She staggered into the kitchen and placed the order.

When Hilly left the kitchen and tried to walk past him without looking, she found it impossible. He sat there with his eyes closed, his long fingers steepled under his chin, a picture of tranquility. Hilly was the polar opposite. Her face was flushed. She was sweating under her armpits. She gulped air through her mouth, and she was very, very wet between her legs. She wanted him, she couldn't lie to herself. She wanted him inside her, hard and hot and throbbing.

Noreen. She had to see Noreen; she'd know what to do. 

She had to wait while Noreen served two customers at the bar. She finally got her attention and beckoned Noreen to the half-counter that opened into the restaurant. "What?" Noreen asked, irritated. 

Hilly told her how the man had looked at her. "No shit," Noreen said, and laughed. 

She wanted Noreen to tell her it meant nothing; that in three hours or so they would be in Hilly's place with her tongue between Hilly's legs. 

Instead Noreen said, "He's gorgeous."

"Gorgeous?"

"He is. He's different. But he's gorgeous." Noreen looked at him and actually licked her lips. "Totally hot."

That wasn't what Hilly wanted to hear. Another wave of jealousy surged inside her. Every good relationship she'd been in, and there hadn't been many, ended with the boy going off with some other girl. She was terribly insecure and though she knew Noreen was a lesbian it still upset her to hear her lover call the man "gorgeous, and hot." It upset her because she thought the man was gorgeous too. And if she thought that, maybe she wasn't a lesbian after all. And maybe Noreen wasn't either. And, and, and, Hilly couldn't slow her mind, couldn't stop the anxiety.

She walked through the restaurant, checked on the few other occupied tables, and went to the kitchen to collect the chop steak. She brought them to his table, and he opened his eyes, "Smells delicious," he said and smiled.

It was so serene and full of confidence that Hilly's armpits and crotch grew even wetter.

"Might I have two more beers?"

"Oh, yeah... sure. I'll be right back with them."

He peered at the nameplate over her left breast. "Thank you, Hilly."

She turned to look around and see if anyone else needed anything and saw Noreen spying on them from the bar. Hilly took a drink order from a couple at a nearby table and saw Noreen still watching.

"Two more buds for the big man and a glass of Chablis and a Molson for the couple at number 10."

"What's his name?" Noreen asked mischievously.

"I don't know."

"Find out."

"Why?"

Noreen tore her eyes from the man and focused on Hilly's baby blues. "Because it would make me happy, lollipop. I thought you cared about making me happy."

"I do," Hilly pleaded. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Noreen said, the first time she'd ever said that, and Hilly felt her eyes well with tears. "Now find out what his name is."

Hilly delivered the beer and wine to her customers and went to the kitchen to get the Caesar salad. When she came back out she found Noreen standing by his table, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, looking at him with a coy smile on her lips.

Hilly set the salad bowl on the table with a clatter. "I'm sorry, was there something you needed?"

He slowly turned away from Noreen. "I needed another pitcher and I managed to get the attention of your colleague while you were in the kitchen. The food is excellent, and spicy, just the way I like it."

"He said they made his eyes water," Noreen added.

"What's your name stranger?" Hilly inquired with a glance at Noreen. She knew if she didn't Noreen would, and wouldn't let her forget it.

"The name's Jennings ladies, and if I read those tags correctly, you would be Hilly, and you Noreen, that right?"

"Right you are," Noreen chirped happily.

Hilly noted the way Jennings looked at Noreen and roiled internally. The black veil of jealousy came down over her eyes ever so briefly, and then her love for the other woman fought its way back to the surface and resumed control of her senses.

"I should get back to the bar," Noreen said. "If you need anything, just ask us."

"Thank you," he said, then turned to Hilly, "And thank you, my angel." She saw the flash of jealousy in Noreen's eyes and it thrilled her. The idea that Hilly could make her lover jealous excited her terribly. Hilly picked up the baskets filled with bones and took them to the kitchen. Before she dumped them in the trash she saw that each bone was picked absolutely clean, not a scrap of meat left behind.

Jennings was enjoying himself watching the two women trying not to fight over him. He had already decided to have the both of them; the only uncertainty was if the sex would occur at his motel room or their place.

He ate slowly, relishing the basic food and beer. Noreen brought him a third pitcher of beer and stayed to talk for several minutes while Hilly smoldered behind the counter.

When he finished the last of the beer, Noreen rushed to his table to ask if he wanted any dessert.

A slow smile spread across his face. "Noreen, darlin', I couldn't eat another bite. I am in a state of complete and utter bliss."

"No room for cheesecake? Hot fudge sundae?"

He closed his eyes a moment, considering it, then his lids lifted and those eyes bored into hers. "Just the check, please. "

"The check?"

He closed his eyes. "Please."

Flustered by the knowledge that he was about to leave, Noreen walked to the register in a bit of a panic. It didn't seem possible that he might actually LEAVE. He'd been there just two hours and it was like he'd dominated her thoughts for two months. She punched up his bill, her mind in a zombie-like state.

"He's leaving," she told Hilly.

"I can see that. What are we going to do about it?"

It was the first either of them admitted to the other that they wanted him in bed.

Hilly said, "You're the one with the biggest balls, Noreen. Ask him if he wants to stop by our place."

"We don't get off for another thirty minutes, Hilly; he's asked for the check. He's leaving now."

Noreen mumbled something obscene to herself and hit several keys on the register. The machine chattered and printed out the bill, which she brought to his table and handed to Jennings.

Biting her lower lip seductively, Noreen said, "We both get off in thirty minutes." Jennings let his eyes run up and down her body. He licked his lower lip slowly, seductively. Noreen felt herself growing wet. There was no way he was getting away without a fight.

"Hilly's apartment is only a block away," Noreen volunteered. 

It was so forward, Noreen felt herself blush. Yet when Jennings purred, "That is a marvelous idea," she burst into nervous giggles and signaled Hilly that it was a go.

"I'll hang out by my pickup outside," he said and made a show of adjusting himself on rising from the table. Noreen's eyes widened when he left a twenty dollar tip.

*****

They sat in Hilly's living room, the lights turned low, drinking Zinfandel while Jennings talked training the big cats. Both Hilly and Noreen were enthralled at his stories.

Jennings decided it was time to make his move. He took a deep breath and exhaled. Closing his eyes, he turned to face Noreen. He inhaled again, and his massive jaw tightened. His eyes flashed open, freezing Noreen in place. "I can smell you, sitting right here. I can smell you."

There was a long silence. A line had just been crossed, and Hilly didn't know what would happen next. He breathed deep again, and a rumbling "Mmm..." issued from deep in his chest. 

"What do I smell like," Noreen said, failing to keep a tremor from her voice.

Again he took a deep breath. "Like a woman," he sighed. Another deep breath. He opened his eyes and grinned like a wolf, showing his teeth. "Like a bitch." He stared at Noreen for five seconds, ten, fifteen, hypnotizing her with his relentless gaze. Hilly couldn't move, couldn't speak. It was like she wasn't even in the room.

Noreen stood. She unbuttoned and took off her blouse, stepped out of her miniskirt, tossed her bra and panties on the floor. Jennings stood and steadied her as she took off her black stockings. He didn't say a word. He lifted Noreen's long, dark, silky hair to his nose and inhaled. He leaned down and let his nose trace the line of her neck, smelling her. He eased Noreen down to the couch and draped her legs over his broad shoulders. He put his nose to her crotch and sucked in a vast cloud of her scent.

"Yes, you are a bitch," he murmured, "a bitch in heat, no doubt of that."

He rose up from between her legs. He took her face in his hands and kissed her, Hilly watched as her lover's body seemed to melt into the couch. Hilly didn't know whether she should say something, scream something, or just lock herself in the bathroom and cry.

Jennings's huge, shiny bald head slowly turned to her. "Undress, for me, Hilly." 

Hilly's knees turned to jelly. "I can't," she whispered.

His smile was warm and kind. "I'm not into playing games, Hilly." 

She did as she was bidden. This wasn't a night for difficult decisions. Tonight she would do what she wanted, and what she wanted was to obey this man's every command. 

When she was nude Jennings stood to admire her. "Can you smell me?" Hilly asked timidly.

He slowly walked to her. "My dear, I could smell you in the restaurant. I tasted you in every bite I ate." He reached out and his fingertips lightly caressed her shoulders, her hips, and her stomach. He stepped close and gently seized two fistfuls of her thick, curly hair. He had to lean way down to bury his face in her hair. Hilly knew she must stink of sweat, grease, beer, and cigarette smoke, but he breathed in her odor and said, "You even smell like an angel."

He did the same to Hilly as he had with Noreen, smelling her all over. He paid careful attention to her underarms, pulling her close so her sweaty armpits rubbed against his nose. He extended his tongue and licked the damp skin, and then he took her palm and drew his tongue from her wrist to her fingertips. He sank to his knees and put his hands on her hips and smelled the skin of her belly. He lifted his head and put his nose in the deep valley of her cleavage.

"If you couldn't smell me before, you should be able to now," Hilly said. She had never been more sexually excited in her life. 

He took Hilly's face in his huge hands and kissed her. His lips were firm and soft and he kissed her with surprising tenderness as his tongue gently probed her mouth. He had to hold her tight because her legs wouldn't support her. Hilly shut her eyes tight as he kissed her and she saw fireworks go off in her mind's eye. He lifted her and carried her to the couch and set her down next to Noreen, draping their smooth legs over each other.

He knelt between them and stared at the thin, razored patch of pubic hair they shared. He slid a palm up each girl's thigh. Hilly bit her lip, waiting for him to touch her there, wanting him to touch her. He nestled his thumbs in each girl's pubic stripe and let them slide up and down, up and down, a smile spreading over his lips. 

Hilly said. "We shave each other."

His lips twitched. "How delightful."

His hand slid between Hilly's legs and he moistened his thumb with her juices. He brought his thumb to Noreen's lips and she closed her lips around it and sucked hungrily. He let her lick and suck his thumb for a few seconds before he withdrew it. He did the same thing to Noreen, gently rubbing his thumb in the wet folds of her labia. He offered his slippery thumb to Hilly and she grabbed his fist and thrust his thumb into her mouth. She tasted Noreen's pussy and Jennings's skin and the mix was so exciting she had to fight the urge to bite, instead, kissing and licking the entirety of his huge hand.




The Animal Trainer Ch. 04



He extracted his thumb and lowered his bald head between Noreen's thighs. Hilly watched her friend arch her back, her body tight as a longbow. She heard the soft, moist sound of the huge man's tongue licking Noreen's pussy. Noreen arched her back further and further, shoving her vulva into Jennings's hungry mouth. "Oh, oh, God," Noreen whispered, twisting her hips left and right, grinding herself against his face. She reached and grabbed Hilly's hand. She squeezed it and looked into her lover's pale blue eyes. "Oh, Hilly," she moaned. 

She closed her eyes and released Hilly's hand. She put both her hands on Jennings's massive head, pushing him in even deeper. Hilly could hear him licking Noreen, sucking her, heard the deep rumbling sound in his chest, "Mmm..."

"Yes, oh, yes...ohhhh, yes!" Noreen moaned, her entire body shaking from head to toe. Hilly had made Noreen come with her tongue before, she recognized the signs, but never had she made Noreen come so fast, and so violently. 

When Noreen's climax ended Jennings rose up on his knees, licking his full, sensuous lips. He kissed Noreen's stomach, and then he slithered between Hilly's warm, soft thighs. Hilly was already trembling, her nipples hard as stones. He kissed the inside of her thighs, then the top of her sparse pubic tuft, and then he licked lower, lower, lower.

His long, broad tongue caressed her clitoris, swirling around the silky tip, before he slid down and forced the flexible muscle inside her body. Hilly gasped, louder than Noreen, unable to control herself. His lips surrounded her clitoris and sucked the bud into his mouth, and his tongue began to work on her. He didn't slurp at her, the way most of the other boys who had consented to eat her out. He drank her. Her juices poured out of her and he greedily swallowed every drop. 

She lasted less than a minute. When she came it left her speechless, she couldn't even cry out. She squeezed her eyes so tight tears spilled from the corners and she shook from head to toe. He put his huge hands on her thighs to keep her spasming hips from breaking his relentless grip on her hot spot. 

When he finished with her Jennings gently wiped away each tear with a calloused fingertip. "I should get undressed too, shouldn't I?" he said.

Noreen said, "Hurry, please."

He stood and slowly unbuttoned his black linen shirt. Hilly sat on the edge of the sofa, her thigh pressed against Noreen's, and they watched him strip. His massive chest was almost totally hairless; there was only a light patch of hair around his naval. He possessed a thick body; there was no flab on him, none at all. And Hilly wanted to lick every square inch of him.

He lazily kicked off his sandals and unbuttoned his pants. Hilly turned, and saw that Noreen was completely enraptured. She turned back and watched Jennings unzip and remove his pants. He wore no underwear. 

Hilly stared in astonishment. His penis was very large, but what surprised her was the fact that he was uncircumcised, the crown of his huge cock covered by a thin collar of translucent skin. Noreen acted first, standing and walking over, reaching down to take his stiffening cock in her hands. She made a ring with her thumb and index finger and gently pulled down the foreskin, exposing the bulbous, sticky head. She smeared the gluey precum over the tip then put her finger in her mouth. She fell to her knees and started sucking him, bobbing her head up and down his shaft. He exhaled and his dark eyes closed.

Hilly slipped next to Noreen and the two girls took turns fellating him. He put his massive hand on Hilly's head and she felt his thumb caress the part in the middle of her blonde hair. He tasted different from the other men she'd given oral sex to. His taste was stronger, sharp and citric, and she loved feeling the foreskin glide back and forth over the head as she used her lips on him.

He came, quickly, without making any sign that his orgasm was near. He erupted and filled Hilly's mouth with thick, creamy semen. She'd never swallowed come before but now she had to, and she closed her eyes and swallowed once, twice, a third time. When Noreen realized he was coming she pulled his cock out of Hilly's mouth and stuffed it between her own lips, drinking the rest of the huge man's semen. 

He said, "I apologize, my lovely ladies. I was a bit quick." He was still hugely erect. He helped each girl stand and kissed each on the lips. "What shall we do now?"

Noreen took Hilly by the hand and led her to the couch. They sat as they had before, legs overlapping. He understood what she wanted. He smiled and knelt between Noreen's legs. The couch was just high enough, at just the right angle. He grabbed his thick pole and slowly, patiently, inserted it inside Noreen. 

"Ohhh..." she groaned. Jennings slowly moved his hips back and forth, totally in control, his hands on Noreen's hips, fucking her. Hilly saw his shaft glisten with her lover's juices. She wanted to suck him again, wanted to taste Noreen and Jennings all at once.

He pulled out of Noreen, and act that drew an anguished "No!" from her. He moved between Hilly's splayed legs, his huge erection sticking up against his belly. She was afraid, afraid he would hurt her with his big penis. She'd never been with a man so big. She felt the fat knob lodge in her opening and her breathing became quick and shallow. "Shhh, Hilly, I won't hurt you," he said soothingly.

He penetrated her slowly, very slowly, Hilly felt herself widen to accommodate him, felt his cock scrape every nerve ending inside her. She looked at him and his eyes were so warm, so loving. Her dream had come true. He was inside her, hard, and hot, and throbbing.

He fucked her slowly, every thrust sending molten waves of pleasure to the base of her spine. She was so wet his cock made loud squishing noises as he pumped. Just as the heat grew deliciously unbearable he pulled out of her. "No, please," she begged, but he was already kneeling in front of Noreen, filling her again with his cock.

They went back and forth like that, Jennings never giving either girl enough of his cock to fully satisfy. After a few minutes he had both girls kneel on the floor and pillow their heads on the sofa, and he took them that way, from behind. He invaded Noreen and Hilly watched her friend grimace with ecstasy as he filled her with his length. She bit her lip and cooed with rapture and she reached over the put her arm around Hilly's pale shoulders. "I never dreamed of anything this good," she whispered.

He moved behind Hilly. She sensed his presence behind her, the wet tip of his dick scraping against her buttocks. He put his huge hands on her hips and slowly penetrated her from the rear. Hilly's thighs trembled as his thick frank moved deep, deeper, deeper inside her. He held her hips tight and fucked her, fucked her faster and faster, Hilly backing her ass into every thrust, and just before the biggest climax of her life exploded inside her he pulled out and moved in behind Noreen. He fucked her with strokes so powerful Noreen's hair splashed in her face. He moved back to Hilly and screwed her like some tireless engine, his piston well-oiled by her pussy.

Both girls writhed and moaned as he took turns with them. "Please," Noreen said. "I can't stand it anymore!"

He stood and took a step back. "I thought you two were lovers."

"We are." Hilly said, making a last desperate attempt to remind Noreen of that fact.

He sat down and stretched out like a huge cat. His lips creased in a satyr's smirk. "Then love each other."

Noreen pulled Hilly close and kissed her fiercely on lips. She drove Hilly onto her back, then swiveled around so that the two girls were arranged in the position they were most familiar with, Noreen on top, lips inches away from vaginas. Hilly felt Noreen's tongue slithering over her pussy, and that was all the encouragement she needed, attacking Noreen's soft petals with her own tongue.

It felt good, it felt wonderful, but it didn't feel as good or as wonderful as it had when Jennings did it. She wanted him inside her again and wondered why he was content to just watch them tongue each other.

She got her answer a second later. He knelt down on the couch, his knees behind Hilly's head. He lifted Noreen's hips away from Hilly's lips and slid himself inside her pussy. 

"Oh, God!" Noreen cried, and Jennings wasn't so patient this time. He pumped rhythmically, faster than he had before, and Hilly heard Noreen panting from the exertion. 

Hilly had a close-up view of her lover getting pounded. She reached up and caressed his heavy testicles with her fingertips. "Ah, yes..." he groaned, the first sign of weakness he'd shown so far. Hilly leaned forward and licked his balls, sucked his balls, and he laughed with delight. "Oh, that's wonderful my angel, wonderful!"

Hilly felt Noreen's tongue touch her haphazardly, her lover too preoccupied with her own pleasure to give as much back. Hilly slid her body down and licked Noreen's clit as Jennings fucked her.

"Oh, honey, I love that!" Noreen cried. "Hilly honey, suck me, suck me! Oh God, oh... oh... oh..." 

Hilly kept her lips glued to Noreen, kept her fingers tickling Jennings, and it all happened at once. Noreen screamed, so loud Hilly feared her neighbors would hear. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck me! FUCK ME!" 

Hilly kept sucking through Noreen's orgasm, and then Jennings hissed, "Yes, Noreen darlin', yes!" and she felt his big balls clench and his cock spasm as he shot his load deep inside Noreen. Some of his come dribbled out from her hole and unable to contain herself, Hilly devoured every frothy drop. 

When he pulled out more of his come leaked out, and Hilly buried her face in Noreen's crotch, licking and sucking like a madwoman, until Noreen finally gasped, "Enough!" and pushed Hilly's ravenous mouth away.

Hilly looked around and saw that Jennings's penis was already slowly rising again. She saw that the more he looked at her, the more his cock filled with blood.

He walked to the big chair and sat down on the edge. He motioned for Hilly to come to him. He put his hands on her wide hips. "I think you'll bear magnificent children, darlin', but not mine, unfortunately. I had a snipping a while back."

He turned Hilly around and leaned back in the chair then helped Hilly settle into his lap, his big cock sticking up between her legs. Hilly had never done it like this; it excited her so much she started trembling again. Noreen sat up and joined them at the chair, tenderly lifting Jennings's penis and feeding it into Hilly's tiny opening.

He was huge. She settled into his lap and it was like he filled her belly with his hardness. She put her feet on the arms of the chair and helped him ease her up the endless length of his cock, and then eased her back down. Noreen stood and put her hands on Hilly's jiggling tits. Jennings covered Noreen's hands with his.

"Hilly has the most beautiful breasts," Noreen said.

"Yes, she does," he said. Noreen's eyes were fixed on his, Hilly knew. She didn't care, she couldn't be jealous with this huge thing throbbing inside her. Her jealousy meant even less when Noreen leaned down and took her left nipple into her mouth, licking and sucking the pink tip until it rose and hardened, and then repeated the process on her right nipple. All the while she and Jennings slowly moved together, her juices running down her thighs. 

"I think I want to lick my lollipop," Noreen said.

"Oh, God!" Hilly moaned as her lover kissed her cleavage, her tummy, her thighs, and then her pussy. She was drowning in lust; her heart was beating so fast she thought she would pass out. Her first orgasm passed and Hilly hardly noticed, knowing that bigger climaxes lay ahead. 

They came one after another. Bam, Bam, BAM! One second Jennings's huge cock made her scream, the next it was Noreen's tongue. It went on and on and on like that. Sweat dripped down her face, pooling in the valley between her breasts.

"Can you smell me now?" she panted. 

"Mmm..." he rumbled. "I can smell us together, the smell we make together." 

Hilly groaned happily and came again.

When she came back to earth, she looked down between her legs and Noreen was taking turns licking Jennings's scrotum and Hilly's clit; and again that was enough to break the big man's reserve. "Oh, Noreen, my angel!" he roared, and Hilly felt the first hot squirt fill her pussy. It felt so wonderful and he kept going, kept coming, kept injecting her with his semen. 

And she began to cry, with the knowledge that she wouldn't be conceiving from this encounter; and knowing it was her first time having sex that she hadn't dreaded the thought of pregnancy. Would there ever be another opportunity like this, she wondered, as he abruptly left her cunt and strode into the kitchen for a glass of water.

While he drank Hilly went to the bathroom, to clean up the mess between her legs. She washed herself and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, matted with sweat on her forehead. There was a thin crust around her lips, a combination of Noreen's pussy juice and Jennings's cum. Her eyes were red and wild. She was happier than she'd ever been in her life and at the same time she couldn't help but mourn the lost opportunity at having a child with this wondrous specimen of a man.

She came back to find Noreen sitting next to Jennings, stroking his cock while they tenderly kissed, and Hilly felt her mood swing over to one of jealous resentment.

Jennings noticed Hilly out of the corner of his eye and slowly broke the kiss.

"The bedroom now, I think," he said.

They lay down on the cool, clean white sheets, Jennings in the middle, a girl on either side. He took turns kissing them, nuzzling their necks, and both girls let their hands roam over his huge body, over his chest, his groin, his ass. 

"I can't take it," Noreen said. She climbed on top of him and squatted over his erection, slowly impaling herself on his uncircumcised cock. Hilly stood on the bed and carefully settled over his face. He grabbed her hips in his huge hands and pulled her down against his mouth. His tongue was quick and sharp as an adder's, and she threw her head back and moaned as his moist tongue invaded her.

They moved together silently, only an occasional sigh or whimper breaking the intense silence. The two girls leaned forward and tenderly kissed each other, caressed each other's stiff nipples with soft fingertips, while the huge man worked beneath them with tongue and penis, giving each girl more pleasure than they'd imagined existed.

Hilly turned and saw the three of them reflected in her mirror, in the moonlight they formed a pale, ethereal triangle, slowly rising and falling, rising, falling. Hilly had an orgasm, then another, her clitoris trapped in the swirling vortex of his lips. 

"Oh, oh!" Noreen moaned, and Hilly could tell from the ferocity of his tonguing that he was coming inside her lover, coming for the fourth time tonight. She'd lost count of her own climaxes. Noreen sighed and whimpered for nearly 30 seconds, and then they were still, all three of them. Noreen slid off his cock, which was finally, finally soft. Hilly lay down next to him, prostrate from exhaustion. His face was smeared with Hilly's juices, a serene smile on his face. 

"My darlings."

The two girls snuggled against him. His body radiated warmth; it was like lying down next to a crackling fire.

"I love you," Noreen said, and the jealousy rose like a tidal wave inside Hilly. 

"I love you too," she said, hating that she was the second to say it.

He kissed each of their foreheads. He sighed. "If only you knew how much I love each of you." He kissed them again. "Now I have to rest. Perhaps you should as well."

Hilly barely had time to realize how tired she was before she sank into sleep. She burrowed close against Jennings's body and draped an arm across the huge swell of his belly. Noreen did the same, their arms crisscrossed his chest. 

Hilly's sleep was dark and dreamless, as it might be after living a dream for the last few hours. When she woke it took her a moment to get her bearings. She felt the warm body next to hers, and she snuggled against it. She opened her eyes-and Noreen's eyes were staring back at her.

They both jerked up. They were in bed together, alone. Jennings wasn't there. Noreen jumped out of bed and Hilly followed right on her heels, both girls running nude into the living room, dreading the thought that he had snuck out in the dead of night.

But no, he was there, dressed, looking like he'd been waiting for them for hours. "No, my darlings. I didn't leave without saying goodbye. That would be an outrage. But I do have to say goodbye."

"Don't go," Noreen said. "We have all day, there's so much we didn't do last night."

"I have another engagement that I cannot afford to miss."

"Will you be coming back?" Hilly asked, dreading his reply.

There was a deep sadness in his face as he replied, "Probably not. It was purely accidental that I stopped here."

"But you know we're here... you could come back to see us...."

He touched Hilly's face, and then Noreen's. "My angels..." He picked up his overnight bag and went to the door. 

Tears were streaming down both women's faces as they watched him open the door.

"If it means anything to you, I will be dreaming of you both every night for a long time to come. I've never met two more exceptional women than the two of you."

Then he was out the door and getting into his vehicle. Hilly heard the engine start and ran to the bedroom, threw herself on the bed and cried like a baby.

Noreen stood in the doorway and watched until he was out of sight then she closed the door and joined Hilly on the bed.

They didn't go to work for two days. When they did go back, everything seemed the same, yet everything was different from then on.



The Animal Trainer Ch. 05



Jennings had promised he would provide Sheila Tourant a special treatment on her wedding day right after she donned her wedding dress. She had also requested that her Maid of Honor be present to either watch or participate.

Sheila, if you recall, is a part-time actress who in into S&M in a big way.

Jennings recalled Shelia's request as he parked his SUV in a space at the home of the groom, a man he'd met once and immediately proclaimed a fag to Sheila, who denied it, but did not protest the statement any further.

"I want you to use me and make me your whore while I'm wearing my wedding dress."

"What did you have in mind for the big day?"

"Everything!" she replied, "Fuck me. Use me. Make me lick your asshole."

"Everything?" he'd said.

"I've been thinking about that a lot lately; me in my little white wedding dress, on my knees in some bathroom with my tongue up your ass and Tiger fucking me from behind."

Jennings was not alone in the SUV, when he arrived; he was accompanied by a sleek, oriental woman wearing a black skin-tight Lycra body suit, with crimson Lycra gloves on her hands.

He wore a well tailored dark blue-striped suit, and with his clean shaven head, looked very much like Bruce Willis - only more muscular. He was early, that being part of the plan, and an expectant Shelia greeted him wearing a lovely summer dress. 

"Sheila, this is Greta, she will assist me in dominating you."

"Hello, Greta, it's a pleasure to meet you," Sheila said managing to control her surprise at seeing the Lycra-clad woman getting out of the vehicle with Jennings.

"Jennings, I had thought...."

"Tiger had another commitment," Jennings said with a sardonic grin. "As a matter of fact, he's on his way to Myanmar; it seems they have a pair of tiger cubs we can use. He does send his regrets, and wants you to know that it was a difficult decision for him to make. But you do realize the cubs represent our livelihood. He wants you to know that he will make it up to you when he returns... if you're up to it." 

Sheila nodded, seeming to want to protest, but thought better of it.

Greta smiled at Sheila, but didn't offer her hand. 

"Greta has a great deal of experience in this," Jennings said, assuring Sheila of her capabilities.

"Oh?" Sheila replied, unable to hide her disappointment at Tiger's failure to show up for her pre-wedding pleasures.

"Yes, we've known each other a while," Greta added, realizing their hostess was uncomfortable at both Tiger's absence, and the fact that she was a woman. 

"Why don't we go inside," Shelia said, not wanting the other women to be seen by any early arrivals since her attire was certain to draw unwanted attention.

"By all means," Greta said agreeably, "We need to attend to some details." 

Once inside Sheila offered them something to drink and all three ended up with glasses of wine. 

"So," said Shelia, after sitting down. "How will this work?" 

"I have one question. Do you still want this?" Jennings asked bluntly.

Sheila found she was holding her breath. Finally, "Well, yes, I do."

"You won't be the prettiest bride when we're through."

Embarrassed, Sheila shrugged and attempted a small smile. "I want you to leave me enough time to do a special makeup... I have it all planned."

She took a breath and held it, waiting for his response. She saw him move his eyes away from her, as though he were considering something. He looked back. 

"I don't think your face... will be as photographable when I'm done with you."

"It really doesn't matter," she said finally breathing again. "Where would you whip me?" She's finding it difficult to breathe. 

Jennings found her question acceptable for what he had planned. "There won't be any whipping, but I will smack you around so there will be bruises, probably plenty of them. 

"Will there be deep bruises between my legs?" her fantasy fragment shifts to an image of lying on the floor with her legs tied apart. She never can seem to completely imagine what he has in mind before he does things to her, or makes her do them, and she sometimes wonders how he thinks them up.

"Your inner thighs are really tender and they'll bruise up nicely so your husband to be can see what you like in the way of rough sex. How do you expect to explain them away?"

"That's none of your business," she snapped.

His cold smile sent a shudder through Sheila as he said; "I suppose you could have a three week headache. I might help you with that." 

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean that," she said contritely. "My hus..."

"I know who you mean. Say it, I don't mind."

"My ... soon to be husband likes to have sex with me, and he likes the light on."

"And you like him to do it, too, don't you?" 

Sheila starts to deny it but becomes tongue-tied and not finding the words, sputters another denial.

Jennings laughs and kisses her. "Don't be such a dope. I don't mind if you like him. You might as well enjoy your wifely duties. Anyway, you could just have a three-week headache." 

They kiss and suck on each other's lips. He ran his finger-tips lightly over her stomach, giving her goose bumps. Sheila responded by tickling the shaft of his penis and his balls. 

All this talk is exciting Sheila It is going somewhere, too, and most of her wants to find out where.

Jennings massaged his penis until a drop of precum oozed out of its tip. With a small smile, he squeezed a drop onto his fingers and rubbed it onto her lower lip. Sheila's tongue snaked out and with a half moan, licked the small fluid from her lip.

"Good," Jennings said, and holding her head still with one large hand, told her to open her mouth. Sheila did as she was told and he spat a long string of saliva from his mouth into hers. Sheila made sure she caught all of it and then with a loud gulp, swallowed.

"We may use some long dowels to smack your tits about. They'd bounce all over the place when I hit them. Your tits are nice and firm, not like those flour bags most big breasted women have." 

"Ohhhh," she moaned at the thought of either Jennings or Greta smacking her breasts.

I'd hit you slowly, one hit every minute or so, on the minute, so you'd know just when it was coming and would have plenty of time to experience each one. Anticipation is everything when it comes to games like this."

Sheila gets that shivery feeling in her belly that comes whenever she's about to be subjected to the kinds of pain that Jennings specializes in; the kind of pain that Sheila lives for.

"You seem to be getting hot, are you, Sheila?" Greta asks, speaking for the first time in quite a while.

"Yes," Sheila replied, "I am getting hot." But she was thinking that he had gotten her highly aroused on other occasions only to walk out on her and her needs. Was this one of those times? The image of herself with her breasts marked and swaying while she tried vainly to avoid the blows, is one that provides her with an exquisite thrill. 

"You'd really beat my breasts, darling?"

"My sweet, simple bitch, they're slapping magnets! Anyone would want to. Don't get me started. They should be battered until they're bruised and lumpy and a little bloody. Then I'd pump them while I fucked you."

She thinks she might cum from his words.

"Get up on your knees!"

She does.

Then Greta joined in, commanding her to sit back on her ankles and lock her fingers behind her neck.

Jennings kneeled in front of her and pulled her head down to his penis. Sheila noticed that it was larger than usual and darker hued; and realized how much he must like this game. Her tongue came out and slowly licked the head of his penis.

When he didn't take it away, Sheila sucked it into her mouth. He wound his hands through her hair, holding her head still while he moved his dick in very short strokes. Then with his hands on her breasts, he squeezed them and twisted her nipples until she moaned from the pain.

"There may be a way I can hurt you and not leave too many obvious marks," Jennings said soothingly although he is still twisting a nipple.

Sheila stoped sucking for a moment, but she knew not to take her mouth off of him until he told her to. She ran her tongue up the underside of the head, and then around it. 

"I'll have Greta torture these nipples some more when I'm finished with them," he hissed in her ear.

It was quiet in the chamber. Still sucking on him, Sheila's eyes moved to her left trying to find out what Greta was doing. 

Jennings pulled hard on her hair, and then held her head still while explaining:

"I want you to know exactly what's going to happen, so you can agree in advance." 

He moved his penis in and out a little, until he felt himself nearing a climax then pulled out of her mouth and slaped her across the face with his rock hard shaft.

"Part of the time you'll be tied upright so you can't move and I have easy access to you. You'll be gagged. I may use pliers, pins, and alligator clips, and both Greta and I will fuck you during it. There won't be a safe word. That would stop things early and spoil it. It has to be more than you can take. You have to trust me. You have to agree in advance to let me do it. I promise only two things. There won't be any permanent damage and the time will be limited. I'll stop in time for you to repair yourself for the wedding."

Sheila, still kneeling before him, wanted to feel his cock pulsing in her mouth; but couldn't bring herself to beg for it. And so she waited....

"Among other things, you can expect to be choked, beaten, pissed on, fucked anally, orally and normally. Although I wouldn't call my normal anyone else's normal. And I won't be the only one abusing you."

"I know," Sheila croaked, "I had looked forward to Tiger and you nailing both my holes at once. But in view of the circumstances, I imagine Greta will devise some special touches of her own."

Ignoring her comment, he took a sip of his wine and said, "I assume you have a quiet place for us to work." 

"I have a sound proof room in the basement. My wedding attire is already there. I'd like a couple minutes to get dressed, and then we can begin. That is all right, isn't it?" Shelia was already deferring to the dominant couple.

"Let's go," Jennings said as he got to his feet. Greta hadn't touched her wine and rose with him. Shelia was a half-beat behind them, her nervousness already apparent.

Shelia led them through the house, pointing out certain rooms where wedding personnel would be prior to the ceremony itself.

"Um, the groom's in there," she said, pointing to a bedroom on her left as they approached the stairs leading to the basement, or dungeon quarters, Shelia had prepared for them.

*****

As Shelia donned the skimpy lingerie she would wear to her wedding, Greta pulled her over to a large couch and after Sheila had sat down, laid her head on the soon to be bride's lap. 

Sheila wore no top, her breasts were bare and Greta's hand began idly caressing her chest as she looked up at Sheila's face. 

Jennings busied himself examining the various materials arranged in various sections of the dank basement, from time to time rummaging in his large duffle bag for different apparatus. 

"Poor Shelia," Greta said. "You really need it too, don't you? All that pressure building as your wedding approaches." 

Then slowly, she lifted her hand and touched Sheila's cheek. The two women's eyes were locked.

The oriental woman sighed and whispered, 

"Sometimes just the smallest touch helps so much," she said. 

"Sometimes we need just the tiniest bit more..." and savagely pinched the closest nipple to her.

"Naugh!" Sheila groaned, having been caught unexpectedly.

Greta was already bestowing feather light touches to the untouched nipple which had stiffened to its full length from the pain inflicted on the other.

"Yesssss," Greta hissed, "Just a little touching, don't you agree?"

Sheila knew better than to attempt an answer and remained mute, but her facial expression revealed the extent of pleasure the sudden influx of pain the woman had brought to her.

"Just a little bit," Greta said again, cupping both of Shelia's breasts in her hands then slowly caressing them. "A body needs it," she said. "or it misses it terribly." 

Their eyes were still locked. 

"You are so pretty, my soon to be bride. So very pretty. But we will fix that in due course, won't we, Jennings?'

Jennings ignored her, busying himself with putting his instruments in place.

"They're nice, so pretty, so beautiful. I'm going to enjoy this almost as much as you, Sheila," Greta murmured softly.

Greta sighed again. "Oh, yes, you need this, yes you do." 

Sheila was already highly aroused, breathing faster with each word out of Greta's mouth.

"TELL ME YOU DO!" Greta shouted in the other's face. 

Sheila shuddered, but made no reply.

"I NEED YOU TO SHOW ME THE PROPER RESPECT!" 

"I do..." Shelia responded weakly. "I... do!"

"I'M NOT MARRYING YOU, YOU FUCKING CUNT! SHOW ME THE RESPECT I WARRANT!"

The words no sooner left her lips than she struck Sheila across the face with a harder blow than any normal female would have delivered.

WHACK!

"ON THE FLOOR! I NEED YOU ON THE FUCKING FLOOR! ON YOUR KNEES, ON THE FLOOR!"

And as if her body were doing its own thing, Sheila observed herself slip off the couch. She looked up at the oriental woman from her knees. 

"Now, I need you to slip your wedding dress on."

"I can't..." Sheila started to say, but was cut off when Greta tossed the white dress in her face and repeated her command. "Put it on while on your knees. You may lift them one at a time to do it.

This can't be happening, Sheila thought, looking at a spot on the floor in front of Greta's feet while struggling to don her wedding dress without tearing it, or smudging it on the filthy basement floor. 

When Shelia had the dress on, Greta moved behind her. A moment later she was kneeling next to her.

"Hush," she hissed before she kissed Sheila's earlobe. "if you make me bite you'll get blood on the dress, wouldn't that be something?"

Then she giggled. It was so deadly cold a shiver ran down Sheila's spine.

"Hold perfectly still," she said. 

"Greta... please don't bite," Sheila whispered. 

"Shhh," the oriental woman said quickly. Her Lycra encased hand raised the dress and her finger found Shelia's anus and began to press on it. 

Sheila felt a wetness and knew it was a lubricant of some type.

"Relax, understand?"

"Yes," Sheila answered. 

Their strange arrangement had no specific requirement for her to call either of them Master, and Shelia would try to refrain from doing so for as long as possible.

The finger sat in her anus, as if waiting for the next command. Greta wiggled it slightly. 

"Did you hear me?" she said. Her voice sounded not quite so calm. 

"Yes," Sheila said quickly, and then sneaking a glance over to where Jennings stood slowly disrobing, carefully placing each item on the couch, thereby telling Sheila that her dominators would not be placing her on the couch for their special treatments.

This meant they would be using the special equipment she had ordered for this session. 

Shelia was brought back to reality when a second finger invaded her anus.

"I think she's ready, Jennings," the oriental woman said softly.

"Good," Jennings replied and approached Sheila holding something she couldn't make out in his right hand.

Greta's fingers abruptly left her anus a second before Jennings walloped Sheila's ass, striking each cheek in turn, leaving them with wide red markings.

Sheila hadn't even whimpered.

"This little device with spread your ass wide enough to drive a Volvo through," he said with a dry chuckle.

Shelia moaned only when after inserting the device in her anus, he gave it several quick turns, each one spreading her anus further apart.

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes, you know it hurts," she said defiantly, only to be slapped across the face by Greta who had been waiting for just such an opportunity.

Jennings turned the device several more times then asked Greta what she thought.

"Maybe another turn or two,' she replied.

With the next turn, Sheila couldn't contain her scream.

"Yes, I think you're right," Jennings said and gave one last turn, ignoring the plaintive screams that were now non-stop from Sheila's throat.

Greta took over for the next stage, dragging Sheila across the floor, oblivious to the wedding dress Sheila wore when it caught on one of Sheila's heels and tore a small hole in the hemline.

"Oh, fuck, will you just look at what the stupid cunt did to her wedding dress," she said, the amusement obvious in her voice as she tossed Sheila on the over-sized leather hassock as if she were a rag doll.

"Is... is it soiled?" Sheila asked worriedly.

"Sure it is; it's torn too, you stupid cow. You should have been more careful about how you act while wearing it."

Shelia began to sob.

Great grabbed her by the hair and forced her to turn over on her stomach then slapped her across the face several times in rapid succession.

Sheila sensed rather than saw Jennings move in behind her. 

With a gentleness that Sheila knew presaged the violence to come, he placed a studded color around her neck.

"You'll wear this at your wedding and for another week after, understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Consider it our wedding gift." 

"Thank... thank you... both of you," Sheila whispered through swollen lips.

Jennings pushed the wet hair from her face and kissed her long and gently. Sheila sighed into his mouth as a familiar tingle rose up between her legs.

Taking her by the hand, Jennings helped her to stand and Greta attached leather cuffs to her wrists while Jennings placed ankle restraints to her ankles. But none of the restraints was attached to any of the rings fixed to the walls for that purpose.

Instead, Greta placed a hand on each of Shelia's breasts and began caressing them. Sheila shivered as her fingertips lightly scratched the very tip of her left nipple. A moment later those same hands were squeezing her breasts harder and harder, while Greta leaned in and placed her hot mouth over each stiffened nipple in turn, gnawing and then biting on them while Sheila grew breathless and moaned with pleasure.

The moans vanished the moment Jennings slaped her across the face, causing an agonizing stinging sensation in her nose.

Shelia's eyes flew open. Jennings was waving his throbbing erection under her nose. "Suck it!" 

Her mouth yawed open in acquiescence and his cock

plunged between her teeth and deep into her throat. Sheila started choking, but managed to fight off the impulse and gain control before Jennings took further action against her.

"Let's do something different," Jennings whispered. His voice suggested something terrible was about to happen, and Sheila had to struggle so as not to pee in her wedding lingerie.

She hardly felt the metal clamps being put on her nipples by Greta, for Jennings next words sent reverberating shock waves through her.

"I'm taking it out of your mouth so you can stick your tongue out. Then I want you to suck my cock with your tongue hanging out like a panting dog."

The moment he removed his member from her mouth, Sheila obeyed and stuck her tongue out. He promptly rammed his thick penis back into her mouth, and Shelia dutifully attempted to continue sucking him.

But it proved quite difficult. Sheila found herself light headed and overwhelmed with the many sensations coursing through her at once. 

First she was again struggling to fight the gag reflex. Her tongue, in a very uncomfortable position, seemed to have a mind of its own in wanting to retract itself back into the more comfortable confines of her mouth. 




The Animal Trainer Ch. 05



Keeping it out where Jennings wanted it was proving extremely difficult. And when Greta attached the first electrode to the metal clamps on her nipples, Shelia could not help but scream from the sudden pain the electric current brought as it coursed through the nipples and straight to her cunt.

Jennings backhanded her across the face and cursed her for drawing her tongue back into her mouth. 

Repeating the procedure proved even more difficult as the apprehension of further electrical shocks appeared to have affected her powers of motor control. In short, Sheila was unable to even get her tongue to respond at all until Jennings ordered Greta not to activate the current until he told her too.

To distract Sheila, Jennings took hold of the waistband of her wedding lingerie and yanked it up until it was in front of Sheila's face. 

This action caused the silken garment to give Shelia the mother of all wedgies.

She screamed again as the material bit into the tender flesh of her vagina.

"Take this between your teeth and hold it there until I tell you to let it go!" Jennings snarled.

Sheila attempted to follow his instructions, but didn't get a firm purchase on the silken material, letting it snap back into its original position.

Jennings growled, "Can't even hold onto your drawer's, you're a sad fuckin' whore!" 

He slapped her viscously across the face leaving the left side of her face swollen and red.

Greta gave her another short burst of electrical current and Shelia opened her mouth to scream and released the panties. 

Jennings slapped her face six consecutive times, cursing her, belittling her while Great continued the short term electrical shocks.

Jennings flashed Greta a warning glance and she turned off the electrical current. Then he took a firm hold of her panties and started to move them in a sawing motion, creating an extremely painful friction on the out parts of Shelia's vagina.

Then wrapping his arm around her throat, he began to apply pressure, slowly choking her while simultaneously spanking her buttocks with powerful wallops.

When it appeared that Shelia was about to black out, Jennings released his arm from around her neck and took her by the hair and yanked her to her feet.

He deliberately rubbed his cock against her flanks and kissed her savagely on the mouth. 

Sheila's nipples shot out to attention as Greta gave her a short burst of electricity.

She moaned into Jennings mouth. He broke the kiss, leaving her with her mouth hanging open then he spit into it. 

To Greta he said, "You think she's hurting? Look at her. She's in heaven!"

And to Shelia he whispered, "You want my cock?"

Hoarsely she replied, "God, yes!"

"Here, take hold of it!' Sheila reached out and grabbed his throbbing cock and began to jerk him off.

Jennings laughed and started to slap her cunt, giving several sharp smacks, and then laughing said, "Let's just see how ready you are, you fuckin' slut!"

He slapped her hand off his dick and rammed three fingers into her cunt, driving them into her with piston-like speed.

"OH, OH, OH!" Sheila shouted, and a moment later she was squirting, sending a prodigious amount of fluid from her vaginal orifice that covered Jennings hand and left a large puddle on the floor before she finished.

"Look at my hand!" he snarled as he wiped it across her face and mouth.

Greta asked if he wanted her to help. "No, not now, Greta," he replied, then reinserted the fingers into Sheila and resumed the piston-like motion again.

She was squirting again within seconds. 

Jennings yanked the fingers out and slapped her back and forth across the face, saying over and over, "That's why you want me here; that's why you want me here! Now down on your knees and lick that scummy shit off the floor!"

Sheila dropped to her knees and began lapping at the bodily fluid she had just ejaculated, until Jennings was ready for her next torment.

Jennings settled down beside her, slapping her face several times then pulling her face to his and kissing her.

"You're mine! I don't care if you marry that fag upstairs. You're mine and always will be mine. Isn't that right, Shelia?"

"I... I'm yours, Jennings, all... all yours."

"Good, now suck my cock. Take it all, Sheila. Take it all."

Sheila rose up to a squatting position and took him into her mouth. She knew how to deep-throat and angled her neck accordingly. She bobbed back and forth on him, swallowing his length until his testicles were tapping against her chin with each swift downward swallow.

He allowed her little opportunity to swallow her saliva, knowing she would start to choke eventually.

When she did, he yanked his cock from her mouth and watched as the saliva spewed from her while she coughed trying to capture much needed oxygen.

Satisfied that she had sufficient air in her lungs, he shoveled his hefty appendage back into her mouth before Sheila was quite ready and had her producing the "Gluck, Gluck," sound he loved to hear his cocksucking partners make as he jammed his meat down their throats.

"You want my cock elsewhere?"

"Mmmmph!" Translated to mean: "Yes!"

Easing out of her mouth, he asked, "Where do you want it?"

"In my... in my cunt, please!"

Grabbing her by the hair, Jennings pulled her across the room to the leather hassock and bent her over it. But rather than inserting his penis in her cunt, he slapped her across the face several times and then still pulling on her hair, yanked her head back and slid his thick member back into her mouth.

"I'll need your assistance, Greta," he said, climbing up on the hassock.

Greta quickly came to him and following his instructions, held Shelia's legs to provide the needed balance to keep the hassock from tipping over.

Jennings crouched over Sheila and fucked her mouth while she continued making the "Gluck, Gluck" sounds.

Inching his way forward, his cock eventually left her mouth and he began to fuck her tits. Sheila knew enough to continue and as best she could she licked his balls and asshole.

Feeling himself nearing a climax, Jennings dismounted and waved at Greta.

Greta knew what to do and immediately sent two Lycra covered fingers into Sheila's already expanded asshole. After three thrusts she added two more and after another dozen or so, slowly worked her entire Lycra covered hand into Sheila's ass and began fisting her in rhythm to the other woman's moans.

Jennings leaned over Sheila and sucked on each swollen nipple in turn then slapped her breasts rapidly until she was screaming from the pain being inflicted. 

To stop her screams, he squeezed her lips and pulled them far apart while asking her who she truly loved.

"You! You! I love only you!" Shelia gasped.

He spit into her mouth and followed that by licking her lips repeatedly, and all the while Greta continued with her fisting.

Jennings left her mouth to give each breast a hard suck, each time eliciting a pained gasp from Sheila.

Satisfied that he was no longer in danger of coming too soon,, Jennings climbed off the hassock, pushed a startled Greta aside and with one leg on the hassock and one on the floor, inserted his throbbing cock into Sheila's gaping ass.

Recovering quickly, Greta took her revenge at being mistreated out on Sheila by placing her shit-coated fingers into Sheila's mouth until she had sucked them clean.

Unable to hold back any longer, Jennings exploded into her rectum, and pulling out to watch his seed as Sheila expelled it from her asshole under his order to do so.

To Sheila's surprise and perhaps dismay, Jennings then tendered his phallus to Greta, who promptly took him into her mouth and cleansed him, cock and balls before releasing him with a soft, "I'm done, Master."

"Tend to our bride to be then," Jennings said.

With well practiced precision Greta attached Sheila's wrists to a ring that forced her hands together and compelled her breasts to be pulled upwards. 

Satisfied with that, she forcefully slid a leg between Sheila's prodding her to spread her thighs further apart, and then attached a spreader bar between the ankle restraints that Jennings had just applied.

Sheila was more exposed than she would have been at a gynecological visit.

Greta pawed at Sheila's breasts, kneading them, pushing them together. Her mouth moved quickly from one nipple to the other, first sucking then biting each one. 

Sheila moaned, and Greta bit harder.

Sheila missing Jennings presence, took a quick glance to her right and saw him stroking his cock, bringing a new life to it, and felt a flicker of satisfaction at being able to restore his tumescence so quickly.

Greta left her to select a toy from the duffle bag they had brought with them. Not saying a word, Greta returned to Sheila's side and briefly placed a warm hand on her back, letting it stroke down Sheila's skin until she caressed her ass cheeks.

Suddenly the hand is replaced with the sting of a cat-o-nine-tails. Sheila winced more from surprise than actual pain caused by the flogging device. 

"Hold still!" Greta commanded, and Sheila tried her best not to move as the cat flayed across her bottom three times in succession.

Sheila felt the others breasts against her back, the nipples seemingly caressing the very welts just opened by the cat-o-nine-tails. A moment later, Greta's hands on squeezing Sheila's breasts while she ground her pelvis against Sheila's right flank.

Greta moaned lustily and began to hump Sheila's thigh frenziedly until she came with a long sigh of satisfaction and slumped slowly to the floor.

Jennings immediately moved in, swatting Shelia across the backside with a paddle that brought a loud 'smacking' sound each time he struck her with it.

"How's my bride feeling, on this her wedding day?" He asked.

"Wonderful... Master Jennings. Just wonderful, thank you."

He sent his hand between her legs, his fingernail scraping against her clit, then moves his hand to cover her mound and squeezed. A low, anguished moan escaped Sheila's lips.

"Will the groom be fucking you later?" 

"If he wants to Master Jennings."

"You have a reason for the bruises he'll see on your body?"

"Some good theatrical makeup, and a few lies, Master Jennings."

"I imagine he'll wring some additional pain from jumping your pathetic bones, won't he?"

"I'll be thinking of you when and if that occurs, Master Jennings."

"You are a good girl, Sheila. I enjoyed helping you to reach your higher levels of satisfaction."

"Thank you, Master Jennings. And I would be remiss if I didn't thank, Mistress Greta as well."

"All right, now for the grand finale. Greta will eat you to an orgasm and I'll follow her by fucking you senseless. That should leave you about an hour or so to prepare yourself for your wedding."

"As you wish, Master Jennings," Sheila said and lay back while bringing her knees up to her chest.

Greta eyed her exposed pussy with undisguised glee.

Their eyes met briefly then Sheila looked up at the ceiling as Greta's face descended to Sheila's labia. Sheila gasped as Greta's soft full lips pressed against her own glistening cunt lips.

She sobbed with pleasure as the other woman's tongue slithered into her and then out in search of her hardened nub. Greta was a specialist in teasing a woman's clit and did so with a relish Sheila had never experienced before and her hips rocked upward wanting even more.

Jennings leaned over her then kissed her gently on the mouth. The kiss went on, becoming fiercer as their tongues wrestled momentarily before Sheila surrendered to his more powerful love muscle.

Greta pulled away from Sheila, rummaged in the duffle bag just as Jennings broke the kiss to pillage her breasts and nipples.

Sheila, on the cusp of a gigantic orgasm, was trying to recapture her breath and not doing all that well at it. Her eyes went wide on seeing what Greta had brought out of the duffle bag. 

She tried to say "no," but couldn't form the word. Greta made some final adjustments to the strap-on now worn around her hips. A small phallic probe on the inside of the belt slid inside Sheila; a larger phallus protruded outwardly, bobbing in the air. 

Knowing that Jennings was watching her, Sheila let her hand caress it as though she can't help but know that Greta will be impaling her with it and not Jennings.

Greta started by teasing her clit with the larger probe, drawing a pleasured gasp from Sheila. 

Without conscious thought, Sheila began moving her hips, urging Greta to enter her; wanting her to take her over the edge and into orgasmaland.

Instead, knowing how a woman loves to be teased and tantalized in order to draw out the orgasm, Greta let her long red nails graze over Sheila's abdomen. Sheila whimpered and pulled on her restraints in a wanton attempt to lower herself closer to the over-sized cock, keeping her hips rocking in anticipation of the deep penetration the artificial phallus promised.

Greta sighed, and using her left hand, guided the phallus into Sheila's sodden, stretched cunt.

Sheila groaned in relief as it plunged deep inside her.

A moment later she began to buck and writhe as the smaller probe made its presence felt, seeming to come alive as it buzzed with a high volume of vibration directly on her clit.

Adding to the sexual commotion, Jennings grabbed a handful of Sheila's hair and twisted it around his fist, then pulled sharply. A stabbing pain shot through her head and went right to her already agitated clit resulting in the first of several rapid orgasms Sheila would receive at their hands.

Wet sucking sounds came from between Sheila's legs. She opened her eyes and saw Greta's face dissolving into pure lust. 

She pulled at her restraints, wanting to touch the other woman, to caress her, to show her love for her.

Greta began thrusting rapidly, and Sheila's eyes slowly closed and her lips parted and she began panting with anticipation and then gave herself over to the coming orgasm.

She came, and came again moments later.

Greta pulled the phallus from her twitching cunt. 

Jennings freed her from the restraints and flipped her over on her stomach and entered her from behind. 

The feel of his heated cock set her off again and she came twice as he rammed into her, forcing her breasts to be mashed against the hassock she was laid out on.

Jennings emptied himself into her and got off her to stand on shaking legs.

Sheila was thoroughly sated. 

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Less than forty-five minutes later, Jennings and Greta watched from the rear of the hall in which the wedding was held as Sheila made her way down the aisle, narrowly avoiding a fall and tottering several times during the thirty-odd steps to where the Minister waited to perform the ceremony.

"She's good that one," Greta said to Jennings. "I doubt I'd have made it after what she went through."

"Don't kid yourself, her adrenalin is probably as high now as it was at the peak of our treatment. Her problem, and I'm sure she's got a handle on it, will be fending her husband off later."

"Yes, it's a terrible time for a bride to have her period," Greta said with a smirk.

"Seems to work every time a woman uses it as an excuse," Jennings added.

"It wouldn't work on you, though, would it?"

"It would depend."

"Really? On what?"

"How much I wanted to get laid. I don't mind a blood fuck; in fact, I've even gone down on a couple women during the height of their periods."

Greta grabbed his arm and squeezed. "Let's get the fuck out of here! I need you to go down on me. If we hurry we can make it to your van before I jump you."

"I wondered how long you'd last after that performance. Okay, I know when a lady's needs require my talents."

"You're very special talents, Jennings."

"Are you bleeding, Greta?"

"Not yet, Jennings. But I expect to be before long. Now where the fuck is that van of yours?"